An Erotic Pic Worth 1k Contest: Hooker by Eve 02/02/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest: February 2012 Entry

“People visit hookers because you can do stuff with a hooker that you normally can’t do,” he’d said.


She looked at him with a quirky expression, then asked teasingly, “And what stuff would you do, if you were with a hooker? If I were a girl you’d hired for the night….?”

He blushed, experiencing a rush of arousal at the images that came to mind. She on all fours, wagging her ass invitingly as she looked around at him. Or riding him, taking her pleasure from his all-too-willing body. Or even just sucking on his cock, her face forming the perfect frame for an image he’d remember for a lifetime.

Perhaps she’d read his thoughts, because she smiled knowingly and turned away. With her back to him, she fell into a silent reverie, looking out of windows which stretched from floor to ceiling, affording a magnificent night view of the city. The demure cut of her white shirt contrasted with the tightness of her elastic black skirt. He could just make out the shape of each buttock through the slinky material – and with a sudden driving curiosity, he wondered if she was wearing panties. Silhouetted against the dark glass, standing with her legs spread just a little wider than necessary to maintain her balance in high heels, she seemed to be tempting him, issuing a silent invitation.

Tonight. Now or never. He stepped up behind her, his cock pressing into the crook of her ass.

“If you were a girl I’d hired for the night, this is what I’d do,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her, rubbing his cock slowly but insistently against the crease between her buttocks. She moaned, arching her back, pushing against him. With a thrill of delight, he responded by roughly nuzzling her neck, his hands reaching for her buttons. Press-studs, he found, to his surprise – popping them open was a matter of seconds, and he soon had her sensitive nipples between his fingers, the curve of the pulled-down bra serving to push up her breasts. He shifted both his hands to her wrists, holding them so that her palms were pressed against the glass as closely as her tits, her hardened nipples forming bull’s eyes for any observer looking in. She was breathing heavily, making little sounds of pleasure, as he kept dry-humping her.

Suddenly, she turned around, and with surprising strength, pushed him down onto the sofa behind him. There was an expression on her face that he’d never seen before – a little bit of shy excitement, mixed with a sexual confidence that he found intensely stimulating. Propping herself up with her hands on his shoulders, she lowered herself carefully onto him until her tits were just above his face. She pushed down both sides of the lacy edge of the bra, making her tits squeeze forward, then abruptly crushed his face between her soft twin globes, taking his breath away. Her dangling tie which she’d forgotten to undo was handing askew, and the effect, together with the white blouse hanging open, was to conjure fantasies of a naughty secretary. He could feel his hardon throbbing, and his head was swimming slightly with a sense of intoxication. Delicious tits. He placed his hands about her waist, lifting her slightly so he could fasten his mouth onto her left nipple. This elicited a wordless whimper, and she gripped his head with both hands, her fingers entangled in his hair. He could smell her sweet musky scent, and couldn’t resist slipping a finger up between her thighs. Panties drenched. Inevitable since the pussy beneath was dripping wet, so slick that he groaned in arousal at the thought of penetrating her.

His light touch must have triggered a similar thought process in her, because she stepped back, pulling off her tie and reaching for the zip of her skirt. In the same instant, he’d pulled off his shirt and discarded it behind him. Standing there, legs apart, his well-toned body arousing her more than he guessed, he was the embodiment of her dreams. And not just figuratively - she’d been dreaming of him almost every day this week.

He kept his eyes on her with an intent, almost ferocious expression, feeling his erection strain against the constricting trousers, watching as she responded by performing an impromptu striptease. Moving sensually, she turned her back to him, then let her open shirt fall from her shoulders, revealing her black lace bra. Turning back to face him, she unhooked the bra, leaning forward so that as it fell to the floor, her large breasts spilled out and then seemed to bounce for an instant before she grabbed the left one and lifted it to her mouth, stretching her tongue out to lick it daintily.

Topless now, she slipped her right hand down the front of her partially unzipped skirt, licking her lips in a deliberately provocative gesture. He narrowed his eyes, almost unbearably turned on as he pictured the path that her hidden hand was taking. And when she closed her eyes, with a sharp intake of breath through parted lips, he couldn’t keep still any longer, and he reached for the tight bulge in his pants, squeezing it with a barely repressed groan. At this, she opened her eyes again and with a deft movement of her left hand, the now fully-unzipped skirt fell to the floor, revealing her right hand in her panties. Her hand stayed where it was for a moment, and the look on her face was both mischievious and slightly guilty, as if caught in the act of being naughty. He found it irresistible.

Stepping forward in one swift movement he bridged the gap between them, crushing her against him with one hand behind her back, his other hand gripping her thigh painfully. Her hand instinctively reached down to her thigh, clutching his wrist with an urgency that made him slightly relax his hold. All the while, their eyes were locked, and in the silence, he could hear her panting softly. The proximity of her soft, inviting flesh, the feel of her hard nipples pressing into his chest, the scent of her arousal ….in times to come, he would replay this memory, seeing it almost as clearly as a photograph; two bodies joined at each area of skin contact, her burning hand over his, almost mirror images of each other except for their different physiques.

Tenderly, as if afraid to break the mood, he kissed her. She felt that kiss reach deep into her soul and then almost draw out her spirit, when he gently sucked on her upper lip. As his soft warm mouth lingered about hers, she felt lightheaded, caught up in a timeless moment of intense arousal. He sensed her body quivering helplessly, and pulled back slightly, looking deep into her eyes. The latter were wide open, hungry, almost pleading, and in them he found the answer that he sought. Satisfied, he hooked his thumb into the waistband of her black lace panties and, her hand still resting on his, started slowly removing her last vestigial covering.