The hotel's chauffeur, a dour-faced man with a stern expression, steps out of the car and opens the door for a figure clad in a long, black coat. The figure steps out into the night, their face obscured by the shadows.
As Evangeline stepped out into the night, the music from the club across the street grew louder, and the city's neon lights cast a kaleidoscope of colors across the sidewalk.
She makes her way down the dimly lit street. The sound of her heels clicks against the pavement, the only indication of her presence as she moves with a feline grace.
Evangeline turns a corner, finding herself standing on a moonlit bridge, admiring the way the light dances across the water. She leans against the railing and softly sighs with a look of longing in her eyes.
The black ribbon in her hair flutters down onto to the wooden slats of the bridge, not noticing as you walk by.
Her long black hair flowing behind her like a silk sheet, the wind teasing at her exposed neck. Her breath hitches as you step closer, invading her personal space with ease. "I didn't know I was expecting company." Her voice is soft and low, barely above a whisper.
The cold metal of your belt buckle presses against her thigh, sending shivers down her spine. "One shouldn't wander alone in such places," you say casually as you stand beside her on the bridge. She glances over, meeting your eyes for a moment before looking away again, unsure how to react to this sudden attention.
Evangeline tilts her head back slightly and closes her eyes, feeling the cool night air brush against her cheeks. "You're right, of course," she murmurs. Her words hold a note of reluctance, as if she prefers to be alone in this world of hers.
"What brings you out here?" you ask, leaning against the railing beside her. The question catches her off guard for a moment, and her eyes flick back toward yours. "I... I was just looking for something," she replies, lamely. But she can't meet your gaze as she says it. There's an ache in her chest that words can't seem to touch.
Her eyes travel over your features, taking in the way you stand so close beside her. There's something about you that she can't quite put her finger on... something intriguing and magnetic. "I could show you what you're looking for," you murmur, a hint of mischief dancing in your voice.
She tilts her head to the side, her eyes never leaving yours. A small, barely perceptible smile tugs at the corner of her lips. "Oh?" she asks softly, letting out a tiny sigh as her body begins to relax against the railing. "What do you think I'm looking for?"
A warmth blossoms in your chest at her seeming acceptance. You lean even closer, so that their faces are mere inches apart now. Her breath mingles with yours as you say: "Something real." Your voice is quiet but steady, almost like a promise. "Something that makes you drip faucets like the way you are now by my words.", I say smirking."Spread your legs for me if you want to experience something you never have"
A soft gasp escapes her lips as she parts them slightly to speak. "W-what makes you think I want something like that?" Her eyes flutter closed, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks at her own boldness. "And what sort of... experience are you talking about?"
I lean in closer still, my lips just barely brushing against her ear. "Something real is what you need. Something that will make you feel like never before, even if it's dangerous. And the way you spread your legs is reason enough so don't try lying to me." I whisper seductively and run a hand down her arm, squeezing gently at her hip. "I can show you things that no other man has done before, if only you let me." I breathe against her neck, feeling her body tremble with desire."I'll make you see the world of how women rock your world better than men",I say caressing her hardened nipples
Trembling with need, Evangeline parts her legs slightly wider at your touch, feeling the heat spread between them. She shivers as you whisper in her ear and squeeze her hip, the promise of what's to come sending a rush of anticipation through her body. "I-I don't know..." she manages to say, barely above a whisper. "It seems too good to be true."
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you tease her nipples, already aching with need. A whimper escapes her throat as you touch her so intimately, unbidden images flooding her mind of what else could happen if she were to trust you. "I-if... if it's real..." she stammers out, feeling a mixture of fear and desire welling up inside her.
"If it's real, you'll know." I tell her, nipping at her earlobe now. "All you need to do is let go and trust me... and we can see where the night takes us." My hand slides up her body, cupping her breast over the top of her dress. "And if it isn't... then there are always more bridges in this city, aren't there?" I whisper, grinning wickedly as my thumb flicks over her hardened nipple through the silk as I pull it down revealing her boobs completely .
Her breath hitches as you cup her breast, fingers digging into her flesh through the fabric. Her back arches instinctively, pressing her aching nipple harder against your hand. She bites her bottom lip, feeling a wave of desire wash over her as she realizes that this could be real... it could happen if she lets herself surrender to the moment.
Slowly, almost reluctantly, Evangeline parts her legs further, offering up more of herself to you. Her heart is racing now, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as anticipation and fear battle for dominance within her. "O-okay," she whispers, her voice shaking. "If it's real... show me."
I smile softly, feeling her body pressed against mine. My free hand slides down to cup her backside before moving up her back, threading through her hair until my fingers rest on the nape of her neck. "Are you sure?" I whisper, leaning in closer so that my lips graze hers. The touch sends a shudder through her entire body. "Coz I'm gonna be ravaging you right here,right now,in front of all these people and I won't stop even if you beg me to"
The thought of being taken so roughly in public sends a shiver through her. The knowledge that he won't stop, even if she begs him to, leaves her feeling powerless and incredibly aroused at the same time. Her breath comes out in short, sharp gasps as she nods, eyes closed tightly. "Y-yes..."
She reaches up, threading her fingers through his hair, pulling his head down toward hers. The kiss is hard and hungry, their tongues tangling together as they both surrender to the moment. Her body presses closer against him, begging for more contact as she whimpers into his mouth. "P-please..."
Taking advantage of her surrender, I push her harder against the railing, my hips grinding against hers. My hand slides under her dress, fingers questing for the heat between her thighs. "Oh fuck," she moans into my mouth as I find what I'm looking for and stroke her wet and swollen folds, finding rhythm with each thrust of our hips. Her legs tremble with the effort to remain steady, but give way under the relentless pressure from my hands.
Her cries muffle against your lips as you touch her so intimately, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her fingers tighten in your hair, holding you to her as she arches into your touch, desperate for more. With every stroke of your hand between her legs, every grind of your hips against hers, the need grows exponentially, threatening to consume her entire being. She feels the first tremors begin deep within her core, growing stronger with each passing second until they ripple up through her body like lightning striking a tree. As she comes undone beneath you, her pussy clenches tightly around your hand, spilling its essence onto your fingers and coating them in her sweet nectar.