Night Nympho

[Chessie]

Jessie Vixen was an aspiring law student. Her 21 years had her tall lithe frame in top condition. A dancer when she wasn't studying kept her muscles taught and flexible. Not to mention her entire figure one to be noticed in a crowd.

At school, she dressed in the usual attire. Jeans, Sweatshirts. HEr long black hair tied up in a messy pony tail, pieces tumbling down around her face to reflect off her ice blue eyes.

But on nights, like this one, where she wasn't in complete control of her thoughts, she wore very much less. Her hair tumbling down around her veloptous breasts, ensconced in black and midnight blue lace. The matching thong sitting pertly on her hips, as she strode long legged down the hall of her apartment block.

It was 3am, and though she was walking and her eyes were open. Jessie was asleep. Having another one of her dreams. Looking for anyway possible to relieve the stress her mind was under.

She knocked on his door. Leaning on the frame suggestively. When it opened, she turned innocently to one side, casting her half lidded eyes over him.

No words escaped her as she simply strode into his apartment, turning around to face him as she slowly removed the bra. Letting it slip down her porcelain skin to the floor. Waiting. Hungering for the outcome.

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OOC: Who are you? what would you do? More than one player welcome. There are lots of apartments in the building!

 

[RavenMarked]

Garrett Ward had been working all day on commissions. His art was in high demand these days, so he had a lot to work on. He was a tall man, about six foot one. His body was musclar and streaked with paint. Having been a military man, had helped in the formation of that muscle.

He heard the knock and walked to door. His eyes were tired, till he opened the portal. Eye shooting open as he watched her blatantly walk in. He watched her bra slip and he googled more.

Garrett was shy, but this was new. A woman, beautiful, and strong by her stride disrobing with out asking. Words failed and he use be so articulate. He shut the door abruptly and moved to her. Hands gliding along her waist as he watched her expression. He though he was dreaming.

 

[Chessie]

His touch only ignited the growing embers of need deep within. Her delicate skin bristling with goose bumps as his hands moved across her waist, and drawing her in closer.

All her senses were alert, moreso in the lack of conscience. She could smell him, an intoxicating scent of musk and something else her brain couldn't light on. Whatever it was, driving her actions forward.

Jessie reached up to run her long fingers over his chest, and along his collar, stopping there to grip his shoulders as she leaned back encouragingly for him to take her in. Her form, and frame ready and willing.

Her eyes settled on his, connected and carnal. Wanting. Needing. She ran her hands back down his chest, working at his attire, loosening, and pulling. Her body aching to feel his skin on hers.

 

[Chessie]

*Bump*

I can post her in different scenarios, while I'm waiting on one or another to reply. I'll just put the character's name in the subject if we get more than one scenario going. Kind of intrigued how this could play out?

Anyone else?

 

[oneworldlyguy]

Room 669

Jim had just returned from the club. He had gotten the number of a few girls, but none of them had really piqued his interest enough that he had wanted to take them home. Though that didn't mean that he wasn't still on a bit of a high from the night's energy.

"Maybe a quick dip in the hot tub would help me relax enough he could go to sleep," he thought. So he poured a whiskey and began to undress when he heard the knock at the door.

Striding in confidently, the woman began to undress. Jim looked her up and down, pleased with what he saw.

Picking up the bottle, two glasses and an ice bucket he walked past the sexy young woman "why don't you join me" he whispered into her ear, his mouth lingering on her lobe, before heading out to the balcony.

 

[Chessie]

Jim, Room 669

Her lips parted, her breath catching as his lips hung so close to her ear. His warm breath tickling her neck in a sensation that rippled goosebumps up and down her arms, and over her exposed breasts.

She turned gravitating behind him. His scent carrying her forward, moving her to where ever he would be in the next few moments. The light sounds of the ice in the glass. The breeze coming in from the open balcony door. Sensations all contributing to the dreamlike haze she remained in.

Fully exposed, ready and more willing than she'd ever be in wakeful times. Jessie reached out to touch his back as she followed.

 

[oneworldlyguy]

Jim, Room 669

Jim strode onto the balcony, the soft feel of the woman's hand on his back as she followed him, almost in a trance.

He set the bottle, ice and cups on a table next to the hot tub, stripped out of the boxers that he still had on and climbed into the warm water.

It wasn't until then that he turned around and extended his hand to the woman, his other hand slipping into the ice bucket and taking out a cube...

 

[Chessie]

Still in the french lace thong, Jessie took his hand, and climbed the steps to the hot tub. Her eyes locking in on his, she set first her right foot in the water. Then her left. The warmth raising up her body to counteract with the cool breeze playing sensation games with her skin.

Especially her nipples.

Licking her lips, she kept her eyes locked on his and let him lead her down into the tub. Wanting, craving, but waiting for what he would do. She watched his hand that contained the icecube.

A shudder rippled through her as the water ensconced her body. Swirling the ties on both sides of her thong, tickling her in ways that only heightened sensations that were already magnified in her stance.

She moved closer, watching him. Waiting.

 

[oneworldlyguy]

Jim Room 669

Jim guided the woman as she entered the tub. He noticed goosebumps on her chest as the cool breeze danced across her skin.

Jim guided her to the center of the tub and slowly moved around her, drinking in her beauty by the moonlight. Jim continued to maneuver until he was behind the beautiful woman.

It was then that he moved towards her. Wrapping one arm around her abdomen and pressing his warm body into her back. He could feel the cool skin warm quickly to his touch, the warm water lapping at their waists. Jim slid his other hand, the one with the ice cube, under her arm. He held the melting piece delicately as he touched it ever-so-gently to her neck.

A cool drop slid from the cube and ran down her skin, leaving a trail behind it as it ran into the water.

 

[Chessie]

Jim, Room 669

As his arms came around her, Jessie leaned into him expectantly. Her mind searching for that reasurance that what it craved was coming.

Instead, she felt his arms. Secure and strong, warming yet also restricting her. All things that played into this dream. As her skin warmed, her hands reached back, tracing his hip bones with deft fingertips. Sliding her hands further behind to hold onto his sculpted back.

As the icecube's chill, ran down her nipple, and further down her abdomen her backwards grip tightened, pulling him to her as she shuddered at his little game. A long slow breath escaping her, as she arched her chin upwards to expose her neck, and the view of her front to him.

 

[oneworldlyguy]

Jim Room 669

The woman raised her chin, opening herself to him. Jim felt her fingers trace along his body and hold him tight against her.

He drew the ice down along her neck, letting it slide along her skin as he brought it towards her shoulder, where the warmth of his tongue could trace the cool drips.

Deftly, Jim distanced himself from the stranger just enough to spin her around. He kissed her deeply and lifted her onto the top step of the hot tub.

 

[Chessie]

Jim, Room 669

As the ice cube left it's chilling mark on her rapidly warming skin, Jessie's eyes closed, giving into every sensation her body was feeling in the moment. Hot against cold, her throbbing need against the will of another. Dream against reality.

Why were dreams always so much more enticing than the real thing? A small quiet part of her mind wondered at this, as she felt herself turned around to face him. Her eyes still closed, her mind lost in the trance of sensations, her mouth parted willingly as his closed over hers, drawing her in for a deep carnal kiss.

Her mouth welcomed him hungrily, inviting him deeper as she felt herself being lifted, and set down again on a seat in the water. Her hands reached up, running her fingers through his hair, then tracing down. Blindly down. Along his sides, over his hip bones, to linger there a moment, while their mouths worked out details their bodies craved. Hesitating a moment more, she reached for him then, knowing he was there. Feeling him against her, she took hold, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips as her fingers gripped him tight.

She stroked him encouragingly, her mouth drawing his tongue into hers in similar movements. Her throat, emitting a pleasured whimper as the rhythm engaged itself.

 

[oneworldlyguy]

Jim, room 669

She was a sensual woman, this stranger and Jim relished in the juxtaposition of stranger and intimacy as he kissed her deeply, passionately. More intimate than any of the other women he had ever been with, Jim felt connected to her, almost as if they were sharing a part of the other more private than he had ever experienced.

Jim was drawn into her kiss, his body yearned to be closer, closer in every way possible. As her lithe fingers found him, he discovered that he could feel pleasure in a way that he had never experienced before. The pleasure of knowing someone. Of finding them.

Jim forgot about the ice, letting if fall from his hand as he melted into her skin instead. He found their rhythms aligning as their tongues danced passionately with the same tempo as their hearts and her hand.

Jim pressed into her, pulling her kiss deeper with his hand on the back of her neck, and leaving little room for anything between them.

 

[Chessie]

Jim, Room 669

She felt him pressing deeper into her. The space between them melting away to nothingness. Her hand working him as her hips ground against him hungrily. Her free hand slipping around his shoulders as she leaned back, opening herself more to the deepening kiss.

Her breath became jagged as her need grew even more. He held her as if he knew her. Knew her better than she knew herself. Her hips ground against him again, more insistant this time. Her hand guiding him to where she needed to be, only to be stopped by a wet tangle of satin and lace. Her swirling half wakefulness leaving her confused and yearning.

"Please." She gasped between deepening carnal kisses. The distance the small word created, causing her to crash back into him, in desperation as if the very air she could breath was only dispatched by his velvety tongue.

 

[oneworldlyguy]

Jim, Room 669

Jim felt the woman's skin press into him, needing. Her breasts pressed into him and he could feel her nipples, erect, against his chest. Her hand continued to stroke and he felt his urgency build.

"Please" her voice gasped, barely breaking their kiss.

"Anything" Jim responded in kind, though the thought of disentangling himself from her lips, from her skin, seemed unbearable. Pulling her legs around him, Jim enfolded her with his arms and stood up, supporting both of their weight as he held her bottom lip lightly between his teeth.

Jim slid his hands down the woman's back, letting his fingers slide under the lacey waistband of her thong and tugged gently. Jim wanted this woman more than he had ever wanted anyone. Wanted to be inside her, wanted to fill her with his passion... to be one with her. He kissed her deeply again, not wanting to stop, but knowing that he would have to in order to lower the lace obstacle to his desire.

 

[Chessie]

Jim, Room 669

Her legs hugged him tightly, as their deep kiss continued on. Her gasps of need and want mingled with the whimpers and purrs from her throat as his arms closed around her tightly.

It was never like this in real life, her mind mused from somewhere deep. All this passion, all this hunger. It always fell short in the real thing. She'd stay in this moment for as long as she could. Drink every second she could out of it.

Please God, don't let her wake up to her boring passionless life right now. Don't let her realise her tangle sheets, and quiet room are the only things holding her. All alone.

As he raised her up out of the water, she clung to him. Her fingers digging into the rippling muscles on his back. Her chest heaving against his in urgency. Her inner core throbbing in the need to have him that much closer to her. She felt the tug on her thong, and she connected what was stopping them. Her hips ground into him, pushing him up against the barrier of that tiny delicate piece of material. The ties on the side loosening with the minimal effort.

"Don't be gentle.." She gasped between kisses, as she reached down to free herself of the delicate burden. Her mouth came up to drink him in again, as if his breath was the very oxygen she needed for survival. Her hand stroking him his full luxurious length. A shudder rippling through her at the overload of anticipation. The very thought of having him inside her starting up the roaring sensations of what would be one of many orgasms at this point.

As the material fell away, a new sensation exploded in her mind. Her slippery, craving core against his hot hard body. Her hand and mouth intensified their ministrations conveying her need for more.

"..Don't.. be gentle.." She gasped again, grinding against him. Hurry. her mind rallied from its depths, Before I wake up alone.

 

[oneworldlyguy]

Jim, room 669

"..Don't.. be gentle.." he heard her whisper into the night air. As if he could resist the intense passion that was between them. As if he could hold back when every bit of his body drove him to her.

As the ties of the thong fell away, the only thing that held it in place was the pressure of their desire. Jim kissed deeply, his tongue darting between her lips, tangling and untangling with hers as his hands slid down her body and feverishly ripped the now-loose thong from between them.

Feeling that he was finally there, finally close enough, finally about to experience fully this woman and all his desires he positioned himself and thrust. One long, even push in which he entered her with his complete being. He had never felt like this before in a woman. Not that he hadn't made love to a woman, but that he had never felt so wholly a part of her. So connected to her, and yet so free, free to do as he would. He leaned his head back and exhaled "so amazing...so... like a dream...."

 

[Chessie]

Their kisses intensified. To the point where it was hard to tell where she stopped and he began. Melding into one. Melting into him. Her groans and purrs in her ears, mingling with the intense sounds of need coming from him. Only fueling her desire that much more.

His hands on her body, his mouth on hers, and now nothing between them caused her mind to almost shut down on over load. She surrendered to the feelings, arching her back away from him as he entered her, long, hard, and slow.

She whimpered pushing herself into him more, wanting to take in as much as she could. To be one with him in this moment. To relish the sensations rocketing through her before they ghosted away forever. Keep going.. her brain buzzed. Don't stop now...

Her hips worked a slow dance unbeknownst to her conscious. The movement causing a rippling gasp as sensations rocketed through her. Bringing her mind closer to the moment, closer to the surface. The sound of her voice calling out in exctasy ringing out in her consciousness. She was slowly waking.. the cobwebs of dreams and reality mingling with the sensations roaring through her.

 

[oneworldlyguy]

Jim, room 669

Jim had never felt this good inside a woman before. He has inside her, deep inside her, and he felt her body respond, felt her move her hips and draw him closer, deeper still.

His hands explored her body, running across the skin of her back and shoulders. Then he slowly drew himself out, out, out, until only the tip of his head parted her soft folds before pressing forward again with his whole length. Exhaling with pleasure, he felt his body quiver as she welcomed him back in, help him tightly.

Jim was overtaken by the moment and he began to move his hips again, all the way out and all the way in, pausing each time inside her, feeling her, relishing in the moments that they still had.

It was then that Jim noticed the change that seemed to be coming over this woman. She was... more present. Awakened. As if something inside her was coming to life within their intimacy. Jim wondered what it all meant, but he didn't care. All he cared about was that they were together, now, in this moment.

 

[Chessie]

A delicious shudder rippled through her as his length pulled all the way out, before slowly, but steadily bringing himself all the way back into her. Her voice calling out in pleasure as he did it over and over again.

With each full on steady, deliciously decadant thrust her voice sounded in her ears. The sensations rocketing through her intensifying each time he came back into her. Her eyes starting to flutter open then closed again, trying to hang onto the moments. Her conscious begging her to burrow deeper back into sleep where this could continue. But wakefulness was winning, and she felt the familiar pang of regret at waking cold and alone one more time.

As he pulled out of her again, a small whimper of loss left her as her eyes became fully open. In the few short moments he hesitated before bringhing himself back into her, she blinked at her surroundings. Stars. Water. Night. Not familiar, not recognisable. Where was she, and why did she feel so strange?

She gasped as he entered her again. The sensations of her building orgasm dropping her head back in pleasure and confusion. Her body working against her confused thoughts. Her hips pulling him into her, her hands clawing at shoulders of a man she didn't recognise. Her mind racing.

Its not a dream, she didn't know him, what the hell was she doing?! The thoughts came and evaporated as quickly as they materialized. Her inner core far past the point of reason, driving him deeper, begging for more even though her mind buzzed and fluttered in confliction.

"Oh god what am I .. " The words left in a moan, a confused whisper, that turned needful and stronger. "Don't stop.. don't ever stop!" The orgasm arched closer, the confusion only making it stronger. Her carnal need winning out over rational thinking.

She pulled herself forward, covering his mouth with hers. Drinking him in greedily as her eyes searched in confusion between fluttering closed in exctacy. Her hips driving harder, and faster now, encouraging him to push her over that edge that her brain was too afraid to brink.

"I .. don't know... you!" The words left her mouth between breaths and kisses. Said to convince herself to stop. Having the opposite effect. She drowned herself in him once more, breathing desperately into him as her came into her again and again. A run away train, headed for disaster.

She held on tight, embracing the inevitable.

 

[fluidideals]

Nathaniel

It had been a long week at work for Nathaniel who worked as a concept artist and 3D designer for a software company based a few hours away. The commuting and the long hours in front of the computer had taken its toll. He had been sitting in front of his computer for hours and maybe a few hours before three he had passed out right there at his desk.
At three in the morning however. He stood up and walked around his apartment in odd circles. It seemed our young programmer had the same restless legs as the night nympho. It wasn't long before he was heading out into the hall barefoot. Wearing his business slacks and a white button down shirt that was unbuttoned and out of his pants. His defined chest bare to whoever was in the hallway. He was a swimmer in college so he was well defined but not overly muscular. He was built for distance not for brute strength. His eyes were fluttering behind the lids as he went to his mailbox down the hall.

 

[oneworldlyguy]

Jim, Room 669

"Oh god what am I .. " Jim listened to her confused moans, her voice full of surprise, but her body belying her true desires. He continued to press in and out of her, lost in the moment "It's OK," he reassured... "It's.... so.... right" he uttered, breathing heavy with the passion of their act.

"Don't stop.. don't ever stop!" Her pleas cut through the night air, giving him goosebumps. Her body continuing to press into him, offering itself with each thrust.

"I won't..." he promised "I won't..." as her mouth moved back to his. And that was the truth. He didn't want to stop. Not now, not ever. He secretly wished that they could stay this way forever; that the morning would never come, and she would never want to leave. But why would she stay. What was he to her.

"I .. don't know... you!" Came the words, though her body said something different with every movement. Their bodies knew each other. Had known each other. Were meant to be together.

Jim moved with an intensity that he had never known before, his hips thrusting his long shaft deep into the woman, again and again he pressed into her. He was trying to convey his feelings with every bit of his body, exposed, he moved his hands to her face, holding her has he continued to kiss her passionately. Claiming her as his own.

 

[Chessie]

As he continued to drive into her, Jessie fought to control the building orgasm in favour of keeping her head in the quandry as to where she was, and who she was with.

But it was a losing battle. As his whispered words reached her ears, a moan left her lips the feelings intensifying. She melted into the waves of the first orgasm washing over her. His lips and mouth grinding passionately over hers. Her tongue imploring him deeper. Feeling something she'd never felt before. Something beyond the insisty of the orgasm rocketing through her.

But right now, it was all her body could deal with. She came up for air with a ragged gasp crashing back into him as if her was her lungs. Her hips meeting his intensity. Their surroundings melting away with all the questions in her mind as a second more intense orgasm started to build. Her milky skin goosebumped and dewy as her pert breasts ground into his chest as she pressed herself deeper, deeper into him.

As the growing intensity built even further, Jessie couldn't hold herself to him any more. Leaning back in extasy and exhaustion, she let him drive into her, whimpering as his kept up his decadant assault. Her whimpers growing louder, and more desperate as she begged without words for him to keep going.

Her view of him, his lithe body. His muscles rippling. His length pounding into her again and again swept her away in the current of the second more intense orgasm. Her voice calling out into the night air, her back arching in desperation to make it stop, and to make it never ever stop collided in her brain.

She was his, every fiber of her being. She knew this in the most carnal part of her brain. He'd merely need to whisper her name, and she'd come for him. Again and again and again.

 

[oneworldlyguy]

With each building orgasm, Jim felt the woman clench down, squeezing him tighter and tighter, something he had not thought possible. Each time her body was wracked with pleasure, he could feel the intensity between them build.

Her body belied her thoughts as she leaned back, opening herself to him, giving herself to him. Begged him to continue.

"Jessie" he called to her tentatively, looking into her intense blue eyes as he filled her, "Jessie" her name came to his lips more boldly this time, finding his voice and awakening a deeper longing.

As Jim repeated her name, he ran his fingers lightly over her beautiful body, tracing lightly across her breasts, stomach, hips, teasing his thumb across her soft folds and finding her button, rubbing her wetness across the sensitive skin before sliding his hands behind her knees. Jim lifted her legs easily impressed with her flexibility.

With her legs raised, Jim moved her knees together and was rewarded by a feeling of ecstasy which was spreading from his core. He knew in his heart that he wouldn't be able to keep this up forever, but he wanted the night to never end. Wanted never to be separate from Jessie ever again.