I Burn For You

I walked down Hollywood Blvd after a long day of sitting at a desk. My heels clicked on the pavement as I watched the colors of the sunset reflecting off the buildings. Bright orange hues filled the sky and actually made this shitty town look beautiful. I stepped over Marilyn's star on the walk of fame and remembered when this place was actually exciting. When there was energy in the air and life was full of possibilities. What a mess this town has become. I stared at the sky and thought about how dead Hollywood was and wondered if I would end up a lonely soul living on the street with shattered dreams. I really should move away, but somehow chaos feels like home, and pain has become my pleasure.

I walked past my favorite dive bar and felt a ping in my heart to go inside. Or maybe that was the devil talking. It's hard to tell the difference anymore. I gave in to the urge and walked inside. It was pretty busy for six o'clock. I sat down in the middle of the bar and ordered a dirty martini with extra olives. Maybe this drink will heal whatever is broken inside me. I took a bite of an olive and slipped my heels off. Fuck that feels good. I glanced over to a young blonde man covered in tattoos, wearing a sleeveless black shirt. He had a guitar case leaning next to him and was stirring his drink with his finger. He looked at me and then put his finger in his mouth. Is the devil trying to tempt me even more? He got up and slowly walked over holding his drink.

“Well hello, beautiful.” he said with a half smile.

“Hello,” I replied with uncertainty.

“You always sit in bars with your shoes off?” he said, glancing down at my bare feet.

“My feet are killing me and I have free will,” I said.

He laughed and sat down next to me, motioning with his hands to give him my foot. Is he serious? I reluctantly lifted up my foot and placed it on his lap, where he had the perfect view up my short skirt. He glanced in between my thighs and started massaging my foot. 

“Do you always massage feet in dive bars or is this your first time?” I said, trying not to laugh.

“This is a first, but I felt compelled,” he said, “Wow your feet are so tense.”

He pushed his fingers into my heel and I let out a long sigh of relief. I suddenly became self aware and looked at him studying my face. I tried to hide how turned on I was but finally gave in and opened my legs a little more. He glanced under my skirt and leaned in to whisper in my ear.

“Nice panties…blue is my favorite color.”

“Good to know,” I said.

He laughed and I noticed how nice his smile was. So friendly and inviting, but there was a mysterious aura about him. Something I couldn't quite define. His fingers pushed deeper into my foot and I tried to hold back a moan. God this feels good. 

He lowered my foot down, “Now give me the other one.”

I lifted my other foot up to his lap and he caressed the arch and looked like he was analyzing it. He pushed his fingers deep into the bottom while his thumb massaged the top. I'm getting so horny. He started to speak and I almost spilled my drink as I took a sip.

“You have really nice feet,” he said while gazing into my eyes.

“Thank you, they've been through a lot today,” I said while looking him up and down, “Are you a musician?”

“I am, I play guitar in a band. We have a gig tonight and I'm here just killing time.”

“Killing time by rubbing a strange woman's feet?”

“It's not a bad way to pass the time,” he said and leaned into me to whisper, “I have a thing for feet.”

I smiled and noticed how wet my pussy was getting. I had never been so turned on by a foot massage. He seemed to notice because I caught him glancing in between my thighs. He lowered my foot down and placed one hand on my knee. His touch did something to my entire body. It was electrifying and I was on fire with passion for this man I had just met. I didn't even know his name. 

“I'm Kasey,” he said, seemingly reading my mind.

“Eve. Nice to meet you.”

“Eve…what on earth are you doing out of your garden?” he said with half a smile.

I leaned in and said softly, “I was framed so I had to escape. But don't tell anyone I'm here.” 

He whispered in my ear, “It'll be our little secret.”

His hand moved slowly up to my inner thigh. Every part of me told me to let him. We sat there in silence for a few minutes, taking a drink and occasionally glancing at each other. His hand was still on my inner thigh, squeezing it. I want this man. I'm so wet for him.

I excused myself to the restroom and while at the door I looked back at him and smiled. I closed the door and locked it and adjusted my hair in the mirror. A few seconds later I heard a quiet knock. I opened the door just a crack and Kasey was standing there smiling. He walked in quickly and pushed me up against the door as it closed. His hands were on both sides of my face and he kissed me so deeply I thought I might pass out. His tongue danced with mine while one hand lowered down my body lifting up my skirt. He moved my thong to the side and slid two fingers inside. I moaned with his tongue still in my mouth. He took his fingers out of my dripping wet pussy and licked them. I turned around and he lifted up my skirt and pulled down my lace blue panties. I heard the clang of his belt being undone and suddenly felt the head of his thick cock slide into my wet pussy, stretching it slowly. He was huge. Every thrust he got deeper and deeper until he was balls deep inside me. I clung to the door while breathing heavily and moaning quietly. Oh my god, he’s so big, he’s filling me so deep.

“Fuck, you're tight,” he moaned under his breath.

Written by Evelyn M. Rose