She is Her

sheishurr:

It is Saturday night.  I am alone at the local poetry spot, it’s open mic night and drinks are free before 11. I am babysitting a vodka and orange juice because I know I have to drive home. I just want to enjoy some new artist and  get inspired.  As the MC approaches the mic I sit up and get ready to hear some dope lines and new perspectives. The first performer comes on and does an ill piece on the Haitian Revolution, I was feeling it. The next performer and the next performer, one after the other spitting lines about life and rhymes about strife and struggle, peace and divinity. I was being intellectually fed but still not floored by any particular performance.  Then the MC came back to the stage to introduce the last artist, “ A talented brother straight from the dirty south, intellectual gentleman with style and grace give it up for ..” , 

I watched as the finest man I have ever seen walked across the stage. Skin the tone of merbau with reddish earth tones, dark eyes made of the finest onyx, that one can get lost in forever. He was dressed so dapperly,crisp pair of slacks, stark white button up, smooth sports jacket with and argyle pocket handkerchief. Looked  like he was a model for GQ.

I crossed my legs when I saw him, because I felt myself becoming aroused. I had to remind myself to get it together.  He approached the stage meekly and  stood  before the mic timidly, he took a deep breath and said “ I’m kinda nervous ya’ll so bare with me.”   A female from the audience shouted  “Take your time cutie!”, A hot flash of anger came over me, but then I realized how absurd I was being. “ Get it together”  I whispered to myself.  He breathed in and smiled.  “ Lyrically yours”, he began.  It was a love poem, my weakness, I love love poems. 

He began to describe how he uses his words to please his woman. How he verbally penetrates her and orally transcribes love notes in between her thighs. How he could write a 500 page anthology on the ways he loves her and still need 500 more to complete the ways he needs her.  His voice carried over the entire room, people were silenced by his way with words, snap snapping at every line and blown away by his metaphors and rhymes. There was no doubt that this man was talented.  At the end of his piece the room roared with applause but for some reason, as he bowed humbly, our eyes met.  It was not an accidental glance either, they locked, but I looked away because I couldn’t take the intensity, that and the fact my panties were thoroughly soaked. 

I gathered my things and proceeded to head to my car, I cursed at myself for parking so far away and it was dark at this point. I finally get to my car and fumble in my purse for my keys, when I hear a voice, I stiffen up out of fear, “ A beautiful woman like yourself should not be out here alone.”  The voice belongs to the last performer, I ease up but I am still uncomfortable how close he is to me. “ I am fine”, I retorted  coolly.   “ Oh that I know”, he said.   I chuckled at his corniness because it made his sexiness less intimidating.  I turned around to face him, damn, I am getting wet again. We locked eyes again;  again I look away he comes closer and  stands before me. He ask “ Do you live close by, are you okay to drive?” I didn’t notice that I stumbled a bit when I turned around, I didn’t care to mention  that it was his fine ass and not the drinks responsible for my clumsiness. “ I am okay”, I said with an attitude, I hated how he was stealing my cool.  But he just kept staring at me, I wanted to look anywhere but there, he got closer to me, I began to inhale his cologne, the question of what he tastes like ran across my mind. “ What did you think of the performance?”  He asked smoothly.   I fumbled  with my words but finally said “It was good.”  Knowing it was so much more than that but he was already playing it too cool for my liking, I wanted to see some of his nerves too. 

He stepped in closer almost an inch from my face, I cursed myself for glancing down at his lips, pink and soft, I know they taste just like honey.  “Just good?” he says.  I don’t respond because if I move an inch I know I am going to unleash the puddle forming underneath my skirt.  I inch away from him but he follows me, I try to move again, but this time he grips my arm, I wince,  but he quickly softens his grip but doesn’t let go.  I look at him with a bewilderment, but  grips my face and kisses me. I wanted to resist but that honey comment I made earlier.. yeah I was right.  I let him take me all in, tonguing me down, pulling, biting nibbling on my lips, synching into a perfect pattern that fits both of our mouths together like a jigsaw puzzle. He has me up against my car door, I look around to see if any other cars are in the lot, but he pulls my face back towards his, forcing me to focus on him, forcing me to match his stare, to feel the intensity. He pulls me closer to him and gentle puts his hands on my lower back. With his other hand he lifts up my skirt and pulls my panties to the side, he places two fingers inside my wetness, but he keeps his gaze on me. He goes in and out slowly then takes his fingers out, he licks both of them clean, with a moan. He kisses me roughly then disappears under my skirt,  pulling my panties down and scrunching my skirt up he devours me. I feel his tongue lapping up my juices, reaching further and further into my pleasure spot. Sucking on my clit, I feel his lips swirl all over my pussy, putting both lips together and slurping them up. I no longer gave a damn if there were people in the parking lot or not, I was borderline screaming. He grips my thighs causing me to bend my knees to get deeper in my pussy, his face is all in it. I am about to cum, I try to pull away before I let off, but he pulls me back down and savors every single drop of me. He reemerges to my face and I lick every essence of me off of him then I savor it by kissing him like it is the last thing I wanted to do before I die. 

I smile because I have been to cloud nine and back “So how about that performance? Was that just good too?” He tells me, see him licking his lips. I walk to the front of the car, that lot is empty and offers a little more privacy. I tell him to come here, he grins and walks slowly towards me, I let him lean on the hood of the car. I look at him intently in the eyes, I knew right then and there this man was going to get everything. I squat and unzip his pants exposing his dick. Just like I thought, thick chocolate dick. I place it in my mouth, my tongue outstretched to make sure I can take all of him.  I slowly let him feel the back of my throat forcing myself to relax my throat and invite him to the warmest center of my mouth. I suck his dick hard and let it pop out of my mouth. I look at him in totally amazement because even in this dark corner, he fineness shines through it. I stroke his dick gently and place it back into my mouth this time I shove it, making me gag on his dick, I take it out and spit on it getting it nice and wet. I keep stroking him he begins to moan, I lick up and down his shaft, I feel him quiver, I give him one last deep throating the I stand up and bend over in front of him, “ if you’re going to come, come inside this” I lift up my skirt, exposing my drenched pussy. Without hesitation he is inside of me.  Stroking my pussy  rapidly, I feel every inch of him as I clench my walls around his dick. Those kegels sure come in handy.  He continues to pound me right there on the hood of my car until we both cum in unison.  I quickly part from him, feeling suddenly ashamed of what I have done. I gather my things and move to my car door, he stops me and says “ Can I get your number?” . I wave him a smile and get into my car and pull off.

I get home, ready to wash my transgressions away when I hear the doorbell ring. It is the last performer. I catch a wicked grin as he looks me in my eyes, we embrace each other and I whisper to him “ Welcome home, you did amazing baby, I cant wait for your next show.” Then I led him to the bedroom to be lyrically his all over again.