Micro Monday, Flash Fiction
Fancy a Chip?
Jessie’s mouth watered. She could smell his maleness…
The night air was cold, a dampness creeping into clothes, swirling round legs. Her breath puffed like smoke while orange street lights made everything sickly.
The sharp smell of chips with vinegar made her nose tingle, her tummy rumble. His breath clouded as he chewed hot fried batons of potato, trails of steam rising into the gloom.
“Want one?” He startled her. Extending his arm, he wafted the fragrant package under her nose. Belly growling, she shook her head.
“C’mon, there’s plenty!” His eyes, blue with long lashes, crinkled.
She shook her head, conversational shutters down. Turned her back on his gesture.
“You sure? They’re hot.” His voice nuanced with a suggestion; chips might lead to something hotter.
Jessie’s hostility remained, cutting off her nose to spite her face. She was starving, her extremities numb from the cold.
Suddenly, he grabbed her from behind, pulling her back against his broad chest. A strong arm bound her to him as he held a ketchupy chip near her mouth.
“C’mon, you know you want it.”
Jessie’s mouth watered. She could smell his maleness, shaving products and clean sweat. His warm breath tickled her neck. Anticipation built.
“Open up little bird.” His sing-song tone dripped power. His arm tightened like a vice.
Jessie opened obediently. The chip missed, daubing her cheek with red, which he smeared, before feeding her.
“Good girl.”
He fed her another. Jessie chewed mechanically, heart thumping. What did he intend? Suddenly he spun her round 180°. She stumbled.
“Dirty girl,” his growl masked suppressed arousal.
Leaning in, he licked her face, slowly, sensuously. Moisture flooded Jessie’s slit, coating her knickers. She enjoyed humiliation.
He stole a kiss, his tongue probing, chasing hers in an exotic dance. They broke, breathing heavily, clouding the night air.
“Forgive me?” Ray dipped his head to pierce her with a contrite look.
“So damn annoying!” Jessie couldn’t stay angry.
“You can’t resist me.” His smirk brought heat. He snapped playfully at a chip.
“C’mere you sexy bitch, before the bus comes.”
He kept her pulled tight against his hard body. Fumbling under her coat he raised her skirt, then grabbed her pussy. Thick fingers bypassed her knicker edge and pressed inside, a hot knife in her buttery hole. Ray found her pleasure spot, rubbing as he probed.
Jessie moaned with pleasure. Her mewling pants fuelled his questing. Her desperate gasps hung in the velvet night, misting around her face.
“Come for me, dirty girl.”
Ray’s permission tipped her over, and Jessie wilted against him. She was overwhelmed by throbs of pleasure flooding her core. He held her, until she steadied.
The approaching bus headlights sliced the gloom. Time to straighten her clothes, pull herself back to reality. With hissing brakes and automated doors, they were welcomed aboard. Climbing on, Ray stood protectively as Jessie paid, before moving up the bus. Tired passengers swayed and drooped.
Ray offered Jessie a cold chip. Taking it, she smelled her ocean fragrance on his fingers.
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