Last Call (4 page)

Sophie looked up into his
eyes, realizing they were indeed lost somewhere in a tropical
paradise, even if it was a kitsch filled fantasy of her own making.
She closed her eyes, imagined the tide washing up around them, and
clenched down on his cock. Another climax rattled her teeth, making
her cry out to God
almighty
.

Sophie's pussy burned with ecstasy, and
perhaps a bit from too eager fucking, that was no real fault of her
own. Lucas had pleasured her beyond any other lover, reading her
body language and responding in turn. She could tell from the
quivers running through his legs that his euphoria rapidly
approached. Entranced by his eyes, for a moment she allowed herself
to fall in love, gliding her stocking feet to his mouth so he could
softly nip at her heels. She loved the sensation of his body
against her feet, and she knew exactly how she wanted to make him
come.

"Relax lover," she said, slipping away
from him. "It's my turn to repay you for that amazing
drink."

She wrapped her hands around his cock,
adoring the sight of it swollen head glistening with her cum. She
sandwiched his hard cock between her feet and used her hands to
hold her soles together. This was the first foot job she'd ever
given in her life, but the delirium forcing Lucas to bite his lip
reassured her that the efforts were dead on. He threw his head back
to stare at the ceiling and gathered his breath before his intense
blue stare fell back upon her.

She pumped his cock with her feet,
every motion rejoicing through her pussy. She watched his face, and
witnessed the moment his climax built within his soul before it
poured through his body. Warm cum sprayed over her toes and
dribbled across her feet. One lucky squirt landed across her pussy,
another on her shin.

After every drop of his essence
glistened on her body he laid across her stomach panting and
shaking. She held him close and kissed the top of his head. She
rested her head back with her eyes closed so she could relish the
sensation of his juices soaking through her stockings.

An hour passed before either of them
moved. Somewhere between the after throes of orgasm and sudden
relaxation of release, they both drifted off, lost in the moment,
and each other's embrace.

Sophie peeled off the hosiery, and
sacrificed it to the trash. They took turns dressing each other
with tender motions. She helped Lucas clean off the bar, sharing
laughs with each other about what the old patrons would think if
they had any inkling of what had happened where they set their
drinks. Some would likely be disgusted, a few impressed, and she
had no doubt that old Navy guy would probably sport a huge
boner.

Lucas walked her to her car. He held
her close, kissing her goodnight and goodbye all at once. He handed
her a napkin scribbled with his number. "Call me later."

She smiled, kissing him again before
slipping into her car. His reflection in the rear view mirror
watched her for moments after she rounded the corner until long
after she was gone.

Sophie gunned the engine as she turned
onto the highway. Somewhere amidst a wheat field she rolled down
her window and tossed the napkin into the night. There was no need
saving it for later, or using it to wipe away the tears warming her
cheeks. Lucas would move away to move away to whatever small town
in Iowa he'd mentioned, and there was no stopping him, despite all
the crazy fantasies invading her head.

"No more regrets," she whispered,
clutching the steering wheel.

The following day Sophie quit her job,
somehow smiling the entire time she packed her cubicle. Much better
things awaited her as well. Every day she made it a point to catch
the setting sun, its majesty burning bright with the promise of a
new day coming soon. Often she closed her eyes, imagined the
tropical paradise painted on the bathroom stall bathed in golden
light, and dreamed of Lucas standing beside her on the
shore.

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About the Author

Allen Dusk is an
award-winning author and poet from San Diego who enjoys writing
dark fiction and dabbling in erotica. His debut novel
Shady Palms
is a gritty
urban tale splattered with carnage, and a growing number of
anthologies have featured both his horrific and erotic works. Other
than writing, Allen's favorite pastimes include photography,
geocaching, lusting over old horror movies, and researching
supernatural folklore.

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