Contagious Lust (2 page)

Cynthia said,
“I’ll go to one of these clubs and I will make myself available and see if this is true.”

“
How do you know he will come to you,”
said Layla.

“
I will lure him with this ass and titties; if he is any kind of man he can’t resist this body.”

If she were right about something, it would be her body. She was build like a video vixen, with the whole packet. Little did they know that Charles, one of the business analysts in their department was listening to their conversation in the next cubicle. He smiled as he thought,
“That shit sounds intriguing!”

Later that night in the club, Cynthia was in the V.I.P. lounge standing by one of the booths observing the packed house. She walked around the area looking to see if she could spot the Blue Hat. It was getting late and she figured that it was just a rumor. She had several shots of Grey Goose and she felt it as she was now leaning on the balcony looking down at the dance floor. Suddenly she felt someone pressing on her back and her ass. She tried to turn around but the man said,
“Are you looking for me?”

She stood there in shock, wondering if she was drunk or was this really happening to her.

“
You must be one of those women who thought I was a hoax or a bogus lie, but baby as you will see and feel I’m real.”

She glances over to the mirror on the wall and she could clearly see that he was wearing a blue Hat. She tried to catch a glimpse of his face but he was good at keeping it concealed.

He told her
, “Just relax baby and enjoy the ride.”

She was wearing a short spandex body dress, so it was easy for him to raise it up to her waist. She was wearing no underwear, which was one of her habits. He put his hand on her perfectly round ass cheeks and her mound with his right hand. She was already soaking wet from the fact that he was there.

He leaned her over the balcony slightly, just enough that no one would notice as he stuck his finger into her juicy pussy. She moaned slightly as his big fingers penetrated her wet hot box. She was now dripping wet and he took his throbbing hard dick and slid it into her waiting cunt. He legs buckle as his large dick slid into her only making it half way. He was now taking long and forceful strokes as she was still amaze that she was fucking this stranger. What really made her trip was the fact that she was enjoying the whole session. Breathing hard and panting, Cynthia said in a low sensuous voice,
“Please fuck me harder and faster!”

His hand slid around to find her clit, rubbing it in frenzied circles. She howled her passion, nails digging into the balcony, head thrown back. Finally, her orgasm exploded inside her and she came and came, her pussy clenching and spasming around his dick as her body arched and bucked. The hot, pulsing tightness pushed him over the edge and growling as he slammed home again, flattening her against the balcony wall as his dick swelled and jerked inside her. As soon as he felt his jizm raising he quickly pulled out his shaft and emptied himself on the crack of her ass and the small of her tiny back.

Her legs quivering as he released his grip on her shoulders,
he quickly took out a small towel and wiped his cum clean off her back and ass cheeks. As she continued
supporting herself against the wall, still trying to catch a glimpse of his face, he pulled her dress back in place. Her eyes closed as he took his hand and rubbed her face from her forehead to her neck, as he moved away from her. He had a satisfied smirk on his face, eyes still glazed with the afterglow of climax. He grinned and tilted his head down ensuring she could not see him as he pulled back into an adjacent room. When she did not feel the pressure of his weight on her, she quickly turned around. He was gone and she did not see who he was. One of the servers was walking in the area and she asked,
“Did you see him?”

The server said,
“Who Ma’am?”

“
The guy…you know…the guy with the blue hat?”

“
Oh, yes Ma’am he left this big bar tab for you.” “All your drinks are on the house compliments on the man with the blue hat over there.” “Wait a minute he was just over there in the corner.”

Monday morning, Monica saw Cynthia coming into the office. She walked over to her, greeting her. Cynthia smiled as she said,
“Monica, how are you doing this morning?”

Monica looked at her with amazement as she noticed Cynthia’s mood.

“
You must have had a great weekend girl,”
said Monica

Cynthia turned around and said,
“Girl, it was of the chain!”

Monica walked up to her, grabbing her arm, pulling her close so no one else could hear her and said,
“Did you find this secret lover called the Blue Hat Brigand?”

Cynthia’s face lit up as she replied,
“Let’s just say the myth is true!”

“
Girl…you lying!” “You gotta tell me all about it!”

They laughed as they went to their separate cubes. Layla heard them talking as she sat at her cube. She smiled because she knew that this secret lover was real. She began to reminisce about her encounter with this bandit, who knew how to get her aroused.

She thought,
“I wish I could get a chance to meet this man.” “I want to get more of what he is working with.”

She made plans to search for the man whose appetite was strong for pleasing his prey. Layla had decided at the last minute to accompany Monica to private party. There were about a twenty people gathered in the private section of the club. Layla didn’t know but three of the people in attendance, which included Monica. As the party went on, she felt as if she could fit in with the crowd. The party was jumping when all of a sudden everything went black. The power must have gone out in the whole section because there was entirely no light coming from outside. It was completely dark and very disorienting.
As Layla was trying to decide what to do, she heard someone walk up behind her. Before she could do anything, his body pressed up against hers. She felt a hard, muscular chest on her back; slow, sensitive hands on her waist and a rigid erection pressing into her ass. She was not scared, but alluringly stimulated. Yeah she was now horny as hell. As the others were trying to figure out what happened to the electricity, they stood there in the dark for a few moments. She tried to remember where she last saw Monica.

“
Was it in the club foyer or in the V.I.P. section,”
she thought, as she could not remember.

All she could think about was her ass was feeling good as his throbbing bulge was pressing on her bootylicious ass.

He pressed his hips more tightly, against her forcing her to move her ass against his dick. He ran his hands up her stomach and took a breast in each one. When he did this, she knew it was him. She smiled, as she could not believe that this was happening to her again. Slowly kneading and rubbing, she was becoming increasingly wetter by the second. She felt his breath on the back of her neck and she turned her head to find his mouth. His lips met hers as their kiss was so intense she had to brace herself against the counter to stay upright. As she braced herself against the wall, his hands began to move slowly down her thighs, making her warm all over. She closed her eyes as her anticipation wanted to make him go faster.
She wanted to speak to him, tell him how she felt about him but she was afraid if she spoke, somehow she’ll kill the moment. Therefore, she let him take control of her completely. His hands moved over her flat stomach and slowly moved down to her clit. She quickly lifted her skirt up, exposing her gorgeous ass. He hurriedly moved her g-string to the side and began to rub her clit, teasing it
.
She moaned and leaned back against him as he continued to toy with her swollen labia. He briefly dipped his fingers into her juices and brought them back up to her clit. She moved her hips back and forth against him. He then pushed a finger inside of her, so slowly her thighs shook. Then a second finger entered in. She could not wait any longer. She turned around and bent over, sticking her ass out so he could open her sensitive pussy to him. She felt the head of his shaft at her entrance and she pushed back to take it inside of her.
He continued to use his fingers on her clit as he continued pumping her in and out. He began to thrust deeper and faster, at the same time rubbing her clit more and more frantically. She felt the mounting pressure in her whole body, as she was shaking. She lost control and cried out, he continued to drive his dick into her faster and faster, and then he quickly pulled out as he came. He did not make a noise. He just wrapped his arms around her and sighed. A moment later, he was gone.
She pulled down her skirt and tried to figure out what just happened. Her eyes suddenly stung as light inundated the club again. She looked around her; she was alone in the room.

Outside in the main portion of the club she could hear people talking and laughing. No one seemed to be acting peculiarly. She spent the rest of the evening wondering who this could be that she was obsessed with. Who was this secret Casanova?

For the next few weeks, Layla was obsessed with finding out whom; this man was that had her twisted. She tried everything in her power to find out who his identity was. Sometimes she thought,
“You don't know whether it really happened or whether it was a dream.”

She would reminisce about him every day as she rode the subway
back to Brooklyn, flashing lights of the tunnel walls as the subway train rockets past make the entire memory surreal. She stood as usual, clutching the strap, and swaying slightly to keep her balance as all the other commuters stared blankly into space. Each time the train sways or rounds a bend, a man clutching the strap behind her bumps gently into her back. His body was firm and somehow more real, more solid, than everything around her. She began to realize his movements are more...intentional...than the movement of the train would suggest. Her knee-jerk reaction is to want to turn around and glare at him. However, there is something pleasant about the rhythmic thump of his weight against her as she closed her eyes briefly, savoring for a moment the touch of another human being.
The lights stream past the windows of the train, alternately illuminating and obscuring the riders as if they are the subjects of a time-lapse photography experiment.

The man was rocking harder against her. She began to discern the distinct sensation of something rigid pushing against her ass. Her eyes fly open as she realized that the hardness is his erect dick. Instead of moving quickly away, she found herself pushing her ass back against him. There are so many people on the train that their closeness goes unnoticed. He had placed a hand on her hip and is subtly grinding his shaft against her ass. She cannot believe she was again allowing this unknown assailant to take advantage of her.

“
Have I gone crazy,”
she thought.

Alternatively, she was so starved for something, something unidentifiable, that it compels her to allow this man to continue.
She was wearing a short skirt and she was acutely aware that this man was now running his hand up her bare thigh and under the hem of her skirt. She was about to turn around and stop this when suddenly the train lurches to a halt and they are plunged into darkness. They were able to keep their balance as his dick was still pressed firmly against her ass. There was relative calm in the train car – this happens sometimes. They know they only had to wait a few moments before the power will be restored and they would begin moving again. This man knew this too and takes advantage of the opportunity.

He leaned forward and whispered into Layla’s ear, his breath hot.
“Spread your legs.”

She knew she should not, but she was so intrigued by this episode that she moved her feet apart slightly.

“
More,”
he demanded as she obeyed, widening her stance.

He slid his hand under her skirt and reached to the front, slipping his hand down her wet panties. Her cunt is now dripping wet, as he finds her hard clit with his finger and begins to caress it. She gasped and leaned back against him, allowing him to support her weight. Her legs were now weak as waves of pleasure began coursing through her. He rubbed her aching clit for a few delicious moments as she was thrusting her hips, moving in rhythm with his stroking. They were still completely in the dark, but the other passengers are not talking loudly. She bit her lips to keep from moaning aloud. Suddenly he removed his hand from her panties and she almost cried out, “
No, don’t stop!”

She felt him doing something behind her as she realized that he had unzipped his trousers. He lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. He fingers went into her wet pussy again, this time from the back. He was dipping into the juices pooling in her cunt and rubbing them on his stiff dick. Layla shifted, spreading her legs even more and bending slightly over. She felt the head of his dick probing the moist lips of her pussy, seeking entry into the opening. It suddenly finds its prize and she felt the length of him suddenly thrust into her. She choked back a gasping cry as he began to pump his throbbing dick in and out of her cunt. He was holding onto her hips with one hand while with the other, he had reached around and was one again manipulating her clit. She had forgotten where she was, forgotten that they were in the dark surrounded by strangers. That he was a stranger. All she could focus on was his dick pistoning in her and the waves of pleasure breaking against her consciousness. Suddenly, the train car shuddered to life and they began to move forward, although the lights were still out. Nevertheless, she knew that soon, too soon, the lights will come back on and all these people will see them fucking.