EroticReverie

Cecilia 

“You’re quite stunning.” The older man says with a smile as I stand there , one arm lifted and propping up a silver tray with half full champagne flutes. 

“Thank you. Champagne?” I say with my professional smile. I was working my second job, for a catering company , serving people that had more money than I’d ever see in my lifetime. The “uniform” is a tight black strapless dress. Purposely given to me a size too small, like all the other women. I’m pretty sure if I sneeze the top of my dress would roll down and my tits would fly out. Bending over? Forget it. Not unless I wanted to show my ass to whoever was behind me.  Honestly , I felt like a fancy Hooters waitress. Except for white tops and orange shorts I was in an arguably “fancy” black dress. But it’s clear that all the women aren’t just servers, we’re eye candy. Something for these rich men to fantasize over.  It’s demeaning and gross, but it pays well. According to a few of the other girls, it can pay even better if you decide to take one of the horny rich bored men up on the offers they whisper in your ear. 

“Not a champagne kind of man.” The man says. He had to be at least fifty, all silver hair. From the slick back silver strands ontop of his head. To his brows. To the full and short well kept facial hair. A full beard. He looked like a hot Santa. Minus the pot belly and red nose. He was honestly quite handsome for an older man.  

“Would you like me to have someone bring a drink from the bar for you?” I ask him as he looks me over. But it’s my face he studies. His pale blue eyes moving in small little pivots all over my face. 

“Absolutely stunning.” He says as if I’m the fucking Mona Lisa. I have to admit it’s flattering. But I’m also not interested in being the kind of girl who swoons over such admiration. But I have to admit, there’s a little bit of swoon happening. Sue me. I’m only human. 

“You don’t even know how beautiful you are.” He says and I shrug. 

“Ive looked in the mirror plenty. I’m aware.” I say. Jesus Cecelia. Keep your mouth shut. Don’t get yourself fired for being a smartass. Thankfully though , the older man isn’t put off, but amused. A small almost smile curves at his lips. 

“So you’re aware of your ability to hypnotize a man?” He asks and I shift on my heels. His eyes drop down my body and then roll back up. 

“I’m aware that men tend to like what they see. Yes.” I say. 

His lips quirk again. 

“I happen to LOVE what I see.” He says and, emphasizing the word love. 

“You’re welcome then.” I say with another shrug. The quirk of his lips is bigger this time and I find myself fighting my own little smile. 

“I have to get moving. Champagne doesn’t serve itself.” I say 

“Would you like to go somewhere with me?” He asks as I turn to walk away. Wow. Alright. He’s just going to go for it. 

“I’m working. And ..no. No thank you.” I say. 

“Anywhere you want to go. Havent you ever wanted to travel?” He asks and again, as I’m turning to leave I turn back. My brows pinch. 

“You mean….go somewhere as in, on a plane, to another country?” I ask. 

He nods. “Sure. Anywhere you’d like to go. We could leave tonight.” 

I huff a laugh. But his face tells me he’s not joking. 

“Youre serious?” I cock a brow. 

“Yes of course.” He says and tilt my head slightly. 

“I can’t just fly off into the sunset with a stranger.” I say 

He hums. “If you’re opposed to sunsets we can leave at night. Or at sunrise.” He says and he’s teasing me. 

“No, I mean I can’t fly anywhere with you.” I say. 

“Why not? Are you on a watch list?” He quirks a brow and his head , a mischievous little smile on his lips. 

“Yup. I’m wanted. You should be Careful. I’m dangerous.” I say sarcastically.

“You are very wanted. By me. And I don’t doubt you’d be dangerous to have around.” He says and I give a little roll of my eyes. 

“Anywhere you want to go. I’ll take you.” He says as I go to leave again. 

“And be hacked into little bits or sold into sex trafficking? No that’s quite alright. I like my body in one piece and enjoy freedom, thanks.” I say.

“What if I promise not to hack you into bits or sell you into trafficking? Would that work?” He asks and I sigh and turn around again and look at him. 

“That’s what all serial killers and bad guys say.” I say and he smiles and steps closer. 

“I’m going to be a hundred percent honest with you.” He says and I lift a brow as I wait. 

“There are at least a dozen things i could list right now that I want to do with your body. And plenty more if given time to make a list. But none of the things on that list would be selling it into trafficking or hurting it.  Well, alright. That’s not a hundred percent honest. There’s at least a few things I’m thinking of that would hurt a little. But I would only do them if given your consent.” He says. My mouth starts to go dry from the way it started hanging open at the start of that little speech. 

Someone plucks a champagne glass off the tray as o stand there just looking at this man. 

“You don’t even know my name and you talk to a woman that way?” I ask. 

He smiles. “Youre name isn’t all that important. It’s you who should learn mine. Because I’ll be sure to have you moaning it.” He says and huff a laugh and shake my head. 

“You are a cocky son of a bitch.” I mutter and he grins. 

“I’m cocky. But my mother is actually a wonderful woman. I don’t appreciate you calling her names.” He says and feel my lips purse as he looks at me with a teasing smile. 

“Youre a real comedian.” I say. 

“God you’re fucking beautiful.” He sighs and I lift my chin. 

“I know. I don’t need you to tell me anymore.” I say. 

“Number one. I’d like to kiss your lips. Both pairs. So maybe that counts as one and two. So let’s skip to three.” He says as my jaw drops again. 

“Three, I’d like to put two fingers inside you , three of you can handle it, four if you’re a good girl” he says quietly and I feel my pussy clench. She’s been neglected. Of course she likes what she’s hearing. 

“Four. While my fingers are inside you, I want to taste your breasts. Suck them. Lick them. Bite them.” He says and I swallow. The fucking audacity. The hot, panty dropping and nipple charmer audacity of this man. Because my nipples tighten. Because they too have been neglected for awhile. 

“Five. I want to put you on your knees and fuck your gorgeous mouth while looking at your stunning eyes and those sweet freckles.” He says and I swallow again. My hand slightly shaking and I steady the tray I’m holding as he leans in and being his head beside mine. 

“Six…I want to cover you in my cum.”

“Seven, I want to throw your body against a wall and drive my dick so far up your cunt that you forget how to breathe, how to think, how to do anything at all other than let me pound away at your pussy.”

“Eight….i want to throw your body on the floor and screw you from behind while I watch that plump ass bounce off my hips.”

“Nine, I want to get my hands in that fucking hair , and pull it while making you cum on my cock”

“Ten , I’d throw you on your back after that and  fuck your cunt and keep you screaming till I had that pussy cumming all over my cock again.”

“Eleven, I’d make you ride me. I’d make you work for the next orgasm”

“And twelve…..I’d cum inside of you. I’d bury every drop so god damn deep inside of you.” He groans slightly. 

“Should I keep going or is that enough?” He asks and pulls back and I’m still breathing through my mouth. Nearly panting. Because just the way he said it all, I could tell he’d deliver. I could tell he wasn’t just talk. 

“And you have to take me somewhere, on a plane, to do that?” I ask 

He smiles and licks his lips. 

“No. I could do that anywhere. Taking you somewhere is me wanting to spoil you just for being so god damn beautiful.” He says and I exhale hard. 

“God. You’re good. Smooth. I bet you’ve worked this twelve step move on plenty of willing women.” I say. 

“I have.” He says. Not lying to me. Which is surprising. 

“Think about it , Cinnamon.” He says with a smirk. My brows pinch. 

“My name isn’t Cinnamon.” I say. 

He shrugs. “But I don’t know your name. And your hair and your freckles and those god damn eyes , are the color of cinnamon.” He says and my pussy is quite literally soaking my panties. 

“My nipples are too.” I say and , what? What the hell Cecilia?  Why the hell did you just that?! I scold myself internally. 

His jaw clenches and his tongue licks over his lips. 

“That right?” He asks and steps closer again and puts a hand on my waist. Another champagne glad is plucked off my tray. 

He lifts his hand to my face and his thumb drags roughly over my cheek and I frown. 

“What are you doing?” I ask as my head moves back. 

“Making sure they’re real. I’d be very disappointed if they were those fake ones women make using makeup.” 

“What?” I ask. 

“Your freckles.” He says. 

“They’re real.” I say and push his hand away. He just smiles. 

“Good. Because I really like them.” He says and I huff and blink a few times. 

“Put your tray down. Come with me.” He says. 

“On a plane?” I ask. He smiles. 

“No. To a private room where I can see if you’re lying or not about your cinnamon colored nipples.” He says with a smug grin and takes my tray and set it down. Then takes my hand and smiles when I don’t fucking stop him from pulling me along. 

So much for not swooning. Maybe it was him calling me Cinnamon that did it. I was a sucker for a cute nickname. But this is a fucking stranger Cecelia! But my attention deprived nipples and desperate pussy have me following him through the large ball room and out the door and down a hall. 

We’re in some kind of pantry or stock room and he flicks on the light and shuts the door and then smiles at me. 

He walks over and grabs my waist and I bite my lip as he backs me up slowly against one side of the room against some shelves. I tip my head back as his one hand lifts and grabs my jaw softly.

“Show me.” He says. God. What was I doing? 

I lift my hands to my dress and grab the top of it. His eyes lowering my chest as I move the fabric down over my breasts. A full natural d cup. And since I was still young , gravity hasn’t taken over. They sit fucking perfectly on my chest. I loved my body. A lot of women had insecurities. Not me. I knew I’d been blessed. There was nothing about myself I’d ever want to change. I suck in a breath as I roll the dress down over them and feel my breasts exposed to him. The groan he makes is fucking empowering. Because it’s just confirmation that I had great tits. I don’t need validation, but it’s still nice to have sometimes. 

“Told you.” I breathe as he looks down at my light brown nipples. While they were many shades lighter than my hair. They were still brown like cinnamon.

“Those are fucking perfect. Every part. You have a phenomenal pair of tits.” He says and lifts his eyes to me. 

“I know I do.” I say and he groans. His hands slide up my waist.

“I didn’t say you could touch them.” I say and his hands stop and he nods. 

“May I please touch your perfect tits , Cinnamon?” He asks with a small smile 

I shake my head. 

“No. You may not.” I say and he hums. 

“Would you like me to beg?” He asks as his hands rub up and down my sides. 

“You could. But it wouldn’t allow your hands access to my perfect tits.” I say and he grins and grips my waist. 

“Then how about you touch them for me.” He says. 

I shake my head and then grab his suit jacket and pull him towards me even more and he groans as I slide my hands up his chest and behind his neck and flatten my tits against his chest. He looks down at them on his suit and groans and his hands slide behind me and stop above my ass. 

“Can I touch your ass?” He asks and I shake my head and he groans. 

“Youre really turning me on Cinnamon”

He exhales. 

“You like being told no, denial is your thing?” I ask as I slide one hand to his jaw and he shakes his head slightly. 

“Not really. But I guess you have me whipped by those cinnamon colored nipples and your matching freckles.” He says and grips my hips and I lick my lips. 

“If I’m cinnamon…..you’re sugar” I say softly and then push onto my toes and drag my tongue over his white facial hair. Right along the short perfectly kept beard along his jaw and he groans. My tongue dragging right along till I get where his beard meets his side burns and I hum right against his ear. 

“Doesn’t taste like sugar though” I say , still holding him by his chin. 

“I’m going to grab your ass, whether you like it or not Cinnamon” he says and then his hands are on my ass and I gasp against his ear as he squeezes my ass hard and the pulls me from the wall and lifts me right by ass.

I moan as he then turns and pushes me up against the door and grinds right into me. My dress rolling up as my legs wrap around him and my arms hold around his neck. 

His strong , and it’s hot as fuck the fact he hoists me higher and my tits bounce in front of his face , my body sliding up and he re pins me to the wall and looks up at me. I can feel his breath on my chest as he exhales and groans. 

“I’m going to suck your perfect nipples , and you’re going to be a good girl and let me.” He says and I moan. Because. Yup. I was going to let him. 

I nod. “Yes Sugar” I say and he smirks with a groan. 

“You weren’t lying. You ARE dangerous aren’t you?” He asks and kisses my breast. High up. Nowhere near my deprived nipples. 

I nod. 

“I’m going to fuck you in this closet Cinnamon.” He says and I bite my lip and nod. 

“Okay” I say because I have zero will power right now to tell this stranger no. 

He grins. “Good girl. That’s what I like to hear.”