Never knew when
she'd show up. Once at a party she showed up unannounced, and
uninvited in a red dress, no stockings, and heels, and without any
fanfare on her part started dancing with the first man who caught her eye.
Didn't matter he was dancing with his wife. His mistake was standing there
stupidly dumbfounded by her look and the way the light breeze caught her dress
as she trotted down the marble staircase. That fact alone didn't help his case
later on when his wife caught her wind, and his eye while he danced with
Alexia.
The husband barely stirred out of his enamored stupor waved weakly at his wife as Alexis turned and turned again on the dance floor. Her dress as only held up by her breasts, and was a nice extra short mini that mushroomed when she twirled and gathered up her thighs when she walked down stairs. She knew if she sat how much thigh would show, and how hard a man's dick swelled looking at her crossing her legs. It made her pussy wet.
She twirled a bit and in an instance was in the husband's arms looking up at him with innocence, appeal and a probing look as she absorbed the throbbing of his dick just above the hair line of her pussy. She decided then she wanted to fuck him and she knew how, but when? Right then would have served her fine, but a loud insistent sound erupted in her ear, and the man's wife was suddenly there pulling her husband's left shoulder her direction. The pull turned the reluctant husband around a bit, and his arms fell partially away from Alexis. The wife was red with fury. She glanced at her husband's bulging dick in his pants, let out a short gasp, and slapped the shit out of him!
"Oh, damn!" thought Alexia. "Here we go again."
Braced for a fight Alexia simply stood relaxed, a bit and ready for whatever. The wife looked into Alexia's eyes coldly and rushed her with a slightly muffled animal sound coming out of her mouth. Alexia pivoted smoothly and caught the woman full in the middle of her chest knocking the air out of her. The wife frozen in mid-scream. This jolted the husband back to his senses.
"Hey, you bitch!" he screamed dutifully to impress his wife. "You mutha —"
That was the last thing he said for awhile. Alexia's elbow caught him in the throat just hard enough to terrify him, but not kill him. She picked her little purse off the floor, and just as suddenly as she appeared she was gone.
Most never knew what to make of Alexia. She lived her life the way she dreamt, or the way the day carried itself to her, or in the moment when a thought came to her to do this or do that.
The husband barely stirred out of his enamored stupor waved weakly at his wife as Alexis turned and turned again on the dance floor. Her dress as only held up by her breasts, and was a nice extra short mini that mushroomed when she twirled and gathered up her thighs when she walked down stairs. She knew if she sat how much thigh would show, and how hard a man's dick swelled looking at her crossing her legs. It made her pussy wet.
She twirled a bit and in an instance was in the husband's arms looking up at him with innocence, appeal and a probing look as she absorbed the throbbing of his dick just above the hair line of her pussy. She decided then she wanted to fuck him and she knew how, but when? Right then would have served her fine, but a loud insistent sound erupted in her ear, and the man's wife was suddenly there pulling her husband's left shoulder her direction. The pull turned the reluctant husband around a bit, and his arms fell partially away from Alexis. The wife was red with fury. She glanced at her husband's bulging dick in his pants, let out a short gasp, and slapped the shit out of him!
"Oh, damn!" thought Alexia. "Here we go again."
Braced for a fight Alexia simply stood relaxed, a bit and ready for whatever. The wife looked into Alexia's eyes coldly and rushed her with a slightly muffled animal sound coming out of her mouth. Alexia pivoted smoothly and caught the woman full in the middle of her chest knocking the air out of her. The wife frozen in mid-scream. This jolted the husband back to his senses.
"Hey, you bitch!" he screamed dutifully to impress his wife. "You mutha —"
That was the last thing he said for awhile. Alexia's elbow caught him in the throat just hard enough to terrify him, but not kill him. She picked her little purse off the floor, and just as suddenly as she appeared she was gone.
Most never knew what to make of Alexia. She lived her life the way she dreamt, or the way the day carried itself to her, or in the moment when a thought came to her to do this or do that.
© Gregory E.
Woods,
Keeper of Stories
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