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BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
An erotic tale of a woman’s hot nightstand
that she will never forget!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! © 2005 SYLVIA HUBBARD
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Story type: erotic short story
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BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
It was a hot night. One of the hottest in Detroit and the third night in a row that Andi couldn't sleep. Hot weather gave Detroiters the right to stay up all night. Yet, she wasn't just hot on the outside, Andi was hot on the inside.
Since her divorce, she was trying to be the "good girl." No sex for six months. She was almost tempted to call up her verbally abusive ex-husband and tell him to hit it real quick. What was wrong with that?
No Andi. You just got him to stop calling you after you issued the PPO. Shit! Shit! Shit! Was it really worth it? No dick, needing dick, thinking 'bout dick all the time?
Jamming her fingers between her legs, she tried to relieve herself.
Rubbing her clit, hard, then soft, then hard again. Andi was only making it worse!
Huffing, unsatisfied, she stopped because she'd only had one dick for so long, she couldn't imagine another man there. She hated him most for that. Ripping her self-esteem so low, she thought she couldn't survive without him and now she couldn't even come without him. Damn him!
With no air conditioners inside the houses, the only place to catch an occasional cool breeze was outside. It was a school night, but that didn't matter to adults. At ten o'clock at night, all the kids who were serious about getting an education were asleep and the rest were running the street getting in trouble.
Andi wiped the sweet off her head and stood up from the bed. Her white tank top was soaked even though the two fans in the room were going at full speed. She cursed her car for being down and her refrigerator for being on the brink of blowing up. With no cold water to drink in the apartment, she was definitely dehydrated.
A loud boom boom boom passed the house making the building vibrate and car alarms go off. People speeding down the street in the middle of the night was common. Andi's street had no stop signs for four blocks and it was a one way. They use to drag race up and down the block until the police caught on and stopped that, but every once in a while it caught back on.
The boom boom boom came back and this time she could hear the loud engine revving. Going to the window, she could see a guy in a yellow 1971 mustang convertible with the top down. It was gleaming in the night and the driver was talking to three girls walking down the street.
Andi knew the girls and made a disgusted face. Hookers who lived down the street and walked the main street two blocks away, just where the gas station was.
Her light almond eyes returned to the driver. Although, Andi could only see the back on him, she immediately noticed the broad shoulders, thick arms that gripped the leather wheel, and powerful long leg that pressed down on the brake pedal. He wore a yellow sports ensemble that matched his car complete with a cap and a thick yellow country scarf around his arm to accentuate the muscles.
She could tell from here he was proud of his body and was probably and arrogant ass, but fine as hell and she couldn't even see his face from there.
The girls were enticing him, touching his shoulders, pressing up against the car, giggling and giving him their full attention, but he wasn't having any of it and drove away.
Andi licked her lips wondering if she could ever be so brazen. They probably didn't know him, but she bet fifty bucks could get her a used refrigerator. Moist with need, Andi reluctantly shook away that thought and moved away from the window.
She needed something to drink or she would never get any sleep.
The gas station was two blocks away and opened all night. Not even bothering to turn on the lights, she yanked something cotton out her closet and found her four inch sandals she had worn earlier. Tossing the shirt off, she put the cotton dress on, found her wallet that wrapped around her wrist with her keys inside and walked outside with
the shoes in her hand.
The yellow car passed by her building again as she sat on the porch and put her sandals on. He slowed a bit and looked her way. She knew why his attention was caught. Wearing a soft yellow spaghetti strap dress that came to her middle thigh and her legs partially open would have caught anyone's attention.
Maybe this wasn't a good idea, she told herself.
The car kept going and she breath a sign of relief. Not because she was scared, but because of what she wanted to do. She was horny. Plain and simple.
Automatically, Andi walked to the street and started walking down. The sidewalks in Detroit were like walking on rugged terrain, no matter what kind of shoes anyone wore. Cracked, broken with trash, needles, glass, and used condoms strewn all over them, the streets were always cleaner.
The main street was empty. The hookers must have been taking a rest, but Andi had no doubt they'd be back. With the way the economy was going, they needed the money just as bad as Andi, but she had a 9 to 5. It didn't pay much except the bills, but hey that was good for Andi, although a good refrigerator and a nice working car would be great.
The gas attendant took her money, but he couldn't' stop looking at her "You new around here?" he asked giving her the change from the juice and large bottle of cold water.
"Nope and I won't be around here long," she said opening up the bottle of Ohana juice.
His eyes traveled down to her breast then back up to her face. "You come back anytime, okay?"
She walked out the gas station and started back to her house finishing the juice quickly. She still smelled like citrus fruit from the bath soap she had used earlier, but she was tempted to get back home and run a cold bath and sit in it until morning. Looking back inside the gas station, the attendant waved at her.
She knew what he was looking at. While married, she had gained over a hundred pounds and her chest seemed to take the majority of the weight, especially when she became pregnant, but the stress of her husband made her lose the baby, but the weight stayed and her husband
became vicious in her words. Calling her fat and ugly, then he cheated on her with several women.
That was the last straw and she divorced him. Since that time - six months ago - she had fallen into a depression she just couldn't get out. True, she lost over eighty pounds from not eating, but she still considered herself still fat.
The dress she wore had been from her un-fat stage. It fit great over her hourglass hips, but the top two buttons wouldn't come together to save their lives and in her haste to get out the house, she really hadn't cared.
Unfortunately, this brought attention to her male appeasing 40C attributes which she usually kept under wraps, which was why the attendant never noticed her until now. Andi had been in that store frequently, but if she wasn't wrapped up from head to toe, she was usually looking like a car had dragged her around. Her breasts were always kept in a tight bra and her shirts were always
loose. Also, her hair which she usually wore in a tight ponytail rolled around the base was down and reached her shoulders. In desperate need of another perm, it was thick and busy.
Catching the light, she bounded across the street quickly before it changed. The boom boom boom suddenly came into view and she almost tripped trying to get out his way as he jumped the light and flew past her.
Her toe hit the curb and she swore under her breath as her water bottle dropped and the cheap top cracked. The majority of her water spilled out and she angrily hurled it at the back of the car. It didn't hit the mark, but it almost came close.
Bending down to check her toe, she was mad at herself.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
It was coming behind her and Andi's heart raced in her chest as she looked over her shoulder to see him parked right there looking at her.
He smirked in amusement and turned down the music.
Pretending he was not there, she started walking. He let the car coast and followed her. "You almost hit my car," he said.
Angrily, she stopped and exclaimed, "You almost hit me!"
"You shouldn't be on the street! Ain't it past your bedtime, little girl?"
She stomped away. The sandals were now hurting her feet and she just wanted to get home. She was still thirsty and she could scream at herself for throwing her drink.
"Wait! I wanna talk to you," he said, popping some chocolate candy into his mouth, as if that was enough to make her just slow down.
"Get the hell away from me!" Andi screamed.
She was coming to the first block and was about to cross the street, but he sped up and blocked her path with his car so she was standing right there on the passenger side. They were right under the streetlights and she got a good view of him.
His hat was off and his head was bald. Up close he was wide. Not fat, but brawny and his upper body looked as if he were sitting on something because he was high up in the car, but that was all him.
He had large eyes, a wide face, medium nose, and thick LL Cool J lips, which he now licked as he was taking in the view of her. His eyes occasionally returned to her chest, and she could tell he was having a hard time keeping his eyes on her face.
"I'm sorry," he said. Those dark eyes looked appeased at what they were looking at and Andi felt the temperature between her legs rise.
Oh yeah, he was sexy with a capital S. He could probably do things with those lips her ex could never imagine making her feel.
Trying to keep her present ire, she huffed angrily. "You sure the hell are sorry," she snipped. "Now move this Jalopy out my way."
"Why you being a bitch? I said I was sorry for running you over, but I wasn't trying to make you mad."
Confused by his words, she asked, "What were you trying to do? Kill me?"
"Naw. I was trying to get your attention." He put the car in
park. "Why don't you get in, so I can introduce myself to you?"
"I don't ride with strangers."
He outstretched his hand. "Darren."
Andi sniffed, putting her nose up in the air and walked around the back of the car. She didn't stop. She just wanted to get as far away from him as possible, but she couldn't help walking straight and giving him an extra swivel as a tease just to let him know that he would never get the time of day with this good piece of ass.
Burning rubber, Darren drove down the block he had turned on and she sighed with relief. He was out of her hair and once she passed by the old ice cream parlor, she would turn down her block and be home in two minutes. The night streets of Detroit were no place for a lady to be.
Andi didn't always use to be so prudish, but being married, she had decided to be honest and true to her husband. Unfortunately, her husband didn't think he had to be honest and true to her.
Just as she turned the corner and passed the parlor and hand shot from behind her head and yanked her into the alley lifting her easily with a thick arm around her waist and a hand to cover her mouth.
Whoever it was not only was he strong, but tall as hell. Her five foot four frame was pressed against his back and her feet had to be a half a foot off the ground.
Oh Shit, this wasn't happening! Her mind scream as she tried to wiggle and fight, but this increased his powerful hold.
He was taking her behind the abandoned ice cream parlor in the thick unkempt brush parking lot behind the building where no one would hear her. In this neighborhood even if she screamed no one would come!
He allowed her feet to touch the ground, but his hand was still around her mouth and she tried to wrench away. That only sprained a muscle in her neck, while the front of her dressed ripped open. He was using her fight to ripe her clothes off her body and she moaned in shame as it was realized that she wore nothing underneath the dress.
"Shhhhh," he huskily ordered.
He pulled her body back against and just held her until she tired from fighting. Andi didn't know how long he just held her, but his breathing in her ear, as he hunched over her, told her he was definitely alert and the thickness that pressed against her backside, told her he was definitely aroused. Her hands were locked to her side from his long arm around her. Her eyes were wide with fear, but she couldn't see a damn thing in the darkness behind the building.
She couldn't even smell the pee and garbage because the sent of his hand smelled like leather.
The arm around her waist relaxed seeing she was through fighting, but as soon as that happened, she started to resist again.
"Uh-Uh," he demanded, tightening his arm up only briefly.
They stood there. Her body naked against his clothed, both breathing heavily, but neither tired.
His arm moved slowly away from her body reluctantly, but then his palm came to rest on the middle of chest. She whimpered her protest.
"Shhhh," he hushed again, just as his hand moved down in a smooth movement, cupping a breast in his large palm. His mouth was open and his hot breath caressed the back of her ear.
As terrified as she was, she still noticed that his touch was
tender. He tweaked the nipple before moving to the other and massaged it. His hand moved over her stomach and between her legs.
She whimpered again, but this time she wasn't protesting as his fingers slid easily between her thick, soft, moist hairs and proceeded to lightly flick at her clitoris.
Andi threw her head back groaning unable to fight the eroticness of the moment. A stranger - tall and dark - was having his way with her. Making her come.
Her hips gyrated against his finger. She was gasping, her body was pulsing, her legs were trembling and she could feel her liquid heat releasing. Yes, it was good his hand was over her mouth because that scream would have been heard by the whole neighborhood.
"Damn," he hissed and brought his free hand up.
Andi blushed hearing him suck on his lips before slipping them back inside of her. That was the biggest turn on and forgetting who was holding whom hostage, she reached around to cup an area on him she hadn't touched on a man in a long time. He definitely didn't feel like her ex. This was the mother load of dicks and she knew as
turned on as she was, she wanted it all.
He kissed her neck, suckled at her ears and swayed his hips against her hands. His other hand moved from her mouth and tilted her neck as he took powerful bites on her neck, sucking on her skin until she groaned in mercy for more.
She tried to turn around, but he stopped her.
"I won't tell," she promised, trying to turn again.
He still stopped her and stepped away. A few seconds later, something came over her face and covered her eyes. She started to touch it, but he moved her hands back to his groin. This time he was in front of her and pressed against her making her step back a couple of times until her back pressed against the wall of the abandoned building.
His mouth dipped down and she felt his breath on her face, before his thick lips captured hers and his tongue slid around and battled with hers. She fought all right - to ignite his passion as she fumbled to unloosen his pants and push them down. He was thick and the scent of
him was pure masculine, mixed with Calvin Klein.
Oh Lord, I'm a slut, she told herself, reluctantly breaking the kiss and before he could protest, she dipped down and engulfed the head of him in his mouth sucking.
"Damn!" he hissed again.
She was really starting to like that word, even though she never aloud her ex to curse at her.
Stretching out the unused oral muscles as wide as they could go, she dipped lower and took a deep breath before allowing him to slide down her throat. She hadn't done this in almost a year and a half, but it came back like riding a bike.
Andi would have bet this was the reason why her husband had married her. She had skills. Damn good skills.
His hips pumped against her mouth and she heard him beating on the wall.
"Baby girl, baby girl," he begged and then cursed over and over again.
She tasted the salty pre-cum, mixed with a hint of chocolate. He was a sweet man. She liked that he tasted good.
Feeling his orgasm coming, she reached under and cupped his balls tenderly before giving them a gentle tug. He was gurgling something incoherently and it was his turn to whimper as she release his thick rod and suckled on his balls.
"Ahhhh...Ahhh...Damn...Fuck..." He was loving it. Every second of it and she was getting a kick out of orally pleasing him.
His hands moved under her pits and he pulled her upwards. His mouth ravaged hers and her arms flung around his neck. Yes, he was tall and big and muscular and ...
Slipping inside of her!
Gasping, as he lifted her up off the ground with only one hand under her ass and pressed her back against the wall, Andi forced her body to relax and her inner muscles to work their magic, massaging every stroke.
He was still cursing, as if she were killing him. "Damn...oh
He buried his face in her neck, as he pumped hard into her. She wanted it. She wanted him. She was past climaxing. She was all out having a heart attack and stroke at the same time. Her body was trembling, shaking, violently spasming and if he wasn't holding her, she didn't know if she could have stood up to it.
She felt him hunch, as his mouth found her breast and he didn't break a stroke as he sucked each. He hummed in delight as she gripped his back. His strokes started to become longer and longer.
Her mind was past reality. She was in this europhic fury, huffing, holding her breath, huffing harder, holding her breath, and then...
Andi felt him...oh...damn...it was pulsing; an earth shattering sensation that gripped every inch of her pussy, making her vibrated so hard her thighs were clinching from the repercussion.
He didn't move for a long moment. Her arms tightened around his neck. His head had found its way back to the crook of her neck and she could smell their love juices.
"Fuck," he growled angrily.
Abruptly, he moved out of her, but gently set her on the ground.
He even held on to her as her legs wobbled a bit, before she gathered her equilibrium. He cursed some more and she heard him adjusting his pants.
Andi didn't know how she should respond. Should she be ashamed?
Should she be fearful?
Suddenly, he grabbed her face and kissed her deeply. This wasn't the kiss of a rapist. This was tender and gently - longing.
He broke the kiss, just as sudden as he had started and turned her around to face the street. Cars has passed by, but she knew no one could have seen what was going on because of the darkness.
"Walk straight!" he growled. "And don't look back!" That was a threat and the fear of him returned.
She felt for her dress, which was torn, but if she pulled at the fabric, she could hold it close. Stepping a few feet from him, she pulled the fabric from her eyes, but as much as she was tempted, she didn't stop walking or look back.
Getting to the street, she broke into a run and didn't break stride until she was at her door fumbling for her keys.
She didn't relax until she was inside her apartment and the door was locked. Going to the phone, she picked it up to dial 9-1-1, but stopped herself and looked down at her hands to see the yellow country style handkerchief.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Running to the window, she looked out to see the yellow mustang slowly driving by. Darren was driving by looking right at her. She watched until he turned the next corner.
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