The Hunt

She doesn't know it yet, but I'm watching her. My eyes follow her across the dancefloor, to the bar, to groups of people she must know, and I won't let her out of my sight. I am a hunter and she is my prey tonight, and I will not lose her.

Already I'm starting to stalk my prey, but still I keep my distance, not yet ready to alert her to my presence. I want to catch her away from the herd, isolated. She is my prey.

She glances over. I do not break my gaze. She sees me and smiles. Her smile says 'I like you'. I smile back. My smile says 'I will have you'. She looks away. Still I watch her.

For fifteen further minutes I do not take my eyes off her. My mouth is almost watering at the though of fresh dyke for supper. She is my prey and I will have her.

I see her motion to her friends that she is going outside for a second, presumably to get some air. I will give her a minute and then follow her. As she leaves I lose sight of her, but she is good prey and I trust her not to wander too far.

I go outside. The night air is brisk and I am chilly, but I will not be deterred. I spot her, twenty yards away, alone. She is separated from the herd and I, the hunter, have my chance. I walk up to her. I do not creep up on her as she has nowhere to go and cannot, and will not, escape. She sees me and smiles again. She is my prey and I am going in for the kill.

Before she can say a word I kiss her. She seems surprised but does not object. I push her up against the wall and kiss her some more. She kisses me back - now she seems pleased to see me. I steer her into an alley next to us and kiss her some more. My kisses say 'I am the hunter and I have caught you'. My tongue says 'you will not get away'.

She pulls me closer to her and kisses me harder, breathing heavily. I have surprised her, she does not know what has hit her, but she is very happy that it has. I hold her close with a hand on her butt, pressing her against me. The same hand then runs down her inner thigh from behind, then up to exert pressure on her clothed pussy. She does not object but breathes harder still. The hunter has won and will soon get to dine. I rub her a little harder and she obligingly parts her legs for me. With my other hand I approach the area from the front, but instead undo her trousers. This accomplished I slip my hand inside the trousers and find no underwear. Pussy not as clothed as I had thought! I like prey that comes prepared.

She grabs at my breast with one hand, and kisses me more and deeper. I feel her and she is wet. Her pussy is slick and I want to bury my face in it. It is a dark alley and there is a bench, so I see no reason why I shouldn't. I lead her to the bench and pull down her trousers, before pushing her down to a sitting position. I push her legs apart and kneel between them. After the chase the hunter has an appetite and must feed. I begin to lick her and immediately I hear her respond.

My tongue says to her 'I will satisfy myself on you'. I separate her lips and explore her with hard tongue. I soften and apply myself to her clit. She is hard, I suspect I am harder, but that is for another day. She is writhing around, humping my face, and I am inside her. My tongue draws the juices out of her and she is wetter with each lick. I add a finger, then two. I suck on that huge clit, and add finger number three. She clamps down on me and my hand cannot leave, but I don't want it to. She is my prey and I am still eating. She has her eyes shut and her head thrown back, I have her clit in my mouth and my fingers inside her. I suck harder, pump harder, and she starts to lose all sense of reality.

I pump faster and she is silently screaming. Her body is shuddering and her pussy is exploding. I hang on to her, after all she is my prey and I am not happy to let go, but she is bucking so hard and coming so hard that it is hard to stay with her. Finally, slowly, she comes back to Earth, fully spend. I pull away from her and stand up. I watch her as she recovers. She looks up at me. I have the expression of a hunter who has had a very good meal. She looks like the prey that has been beaten. But I know she loves it. After a few minutes she stands and we walk to the end of the alley. I kiss her once, as if leaving my mark on her. Then I turn and leave and I know she was gone the other way. I was the hunter and she was my prey and I got what I came for.