Sin In The Nati
Being a rambunctious child, I had explored Cincinnati from the old powder plant to the unused subway system. Now in my early twenties, I consistently seek people that are looking for adventure. It’s just not as fun exploring places by myself, especially when I’ve already been there numerous times.
When I overheard a man with a camera pack perched on his hip ask about locations that are extraordinary, I followed him. The couple he’d asked had pointed him to the Blue Chip Cookie shop which made me roll my eyes. I flung my long wavy hair over my shoulder and waited for him to glance my way.
I didn’t have to wait long. With a wink of one silver eye and a dimpled grin, I curled my finger at him. My silver eyes always reeled them in. After thanking the couple, he moved toward me. Motioning for him to follow, I backed up a few steps until I was clear of the crowded streets.
“Hi. My name’s Eleanor but everyone calls me El. You’re looking for places off the beaten path, right?”
He grinned, “Right. I’m James. Nice to meet you, El.”
“Follow me. I know just the spot but we have to wait for the right time. We can grab a bite in the meantime. Have you ever eaten Skyline Chili?”
At the shake of his head, I smiled, “We must have you do a taste test. You see, we have Gold Star, which competes with Skyline. Both originated in Ohio and have spread over about four states. Some claim one is best over the other and frequently argue about it. They’re served over spaghetti or on a hot dog. That’s what makes them different.”
He followed me into a Skyline restaurant and frowned, “It definitely smells different.”
“That might be the cinnamon. It’s rumored they use cocoa too. Whatever it is, I happen to like Skyline better.”
After we ordered a five-way—chili, spaghetti, shredded cheese, beans, and onions—we dug in. I could tell he liked it by the way he devoured everything. Laughing, I nodded and said, “Now, we try the Gold Star Cheese Coney.”
Taking a deep breath, he said, “Give me a few minutes…yes?”
Knowing the meal was filling, I nodded and said, “We can walk it off.”
As we walked through the streets of downtown, I pointed out different areas and told him about the underground subway system that was built but never used, “No one’s supposed to go down there but I know a way inside. There’s graffiti on the walls now so it’s the perfect place to shoot. We’ll have to wait until the cops aren’t heavily patrolling the streets. Closer to night, things get chaotic around Over-the-Rhine. The police get busy so we can hit it then.”
In confusion, he asked me something but I didn’t hear him so I asked, “Please?”
Frowning and shaking his head, he asked, “They beg under the Rhine?”
Knowing I’d missed something, I shook my head, “No, there is no under the Rhine. The name of the street is Over-the-Rhine. I said please because I didn’t hear your question. Cincinnati lingo can be confusing sometimes. We say pop for soft drink and please for excuse me or to have someone repeat the question.”
“Oh…I see.” A dimple teased one cheek as he said, “Fascinating. Just like your eyes.”
It hadn’t been the first time I’d heard that one. We walked for a while as I asked him about the places he’d seen. The more he spoke, I grinned at his blend of accents before observing that he’d spent time overseas. We finally stopped at Gold Star to add a Cheese Coney to the mix.
I don’t know if he was just trying to flirt or what but he claimed Gold Star over Skyline, launching us into a healthy debate over flavors. I copped a don’t mess with the Nati attitude while his typical tourist roll of eyes tap danced on my last nerve.
Sticking my finger in his face, I opened my mouth to let him have it and froze when he nipped the end of my finger. The shiver that rolled down my spine, blooming across my nether regions made my mind up real fast. I would show him where the entrance was before I ran like hell.
With that firmly planted in my mind, I snatched my hand back and glared at him. His mustache twitched before a heated grin drove the dimples back into his cheeks. As if I were suddenly prey to his predator, he leaned his face close to mine and uttered the most seductive stream of French I’d ever heard in my life.
My jaw dropped. His gaze flew to my mouth as his head dipped toward mine. I attempted to mute the shriek as I jumped back but it came out as a throaty huff. I tried to moisten my dry mouth while wondering who’d turned the damn heat up before realizing we were on the sidewalk.
Resisting the urge to fan my blazing cheeks, I ripped my eyes off him before I slapped the arrogant grin off his face. I was probably the last twenty-four year old virgin left in the Nati and I wanted to keep it that way. Other than a need to be different, there wasn’t any specific reason I wanted to keep my maidenhood intact.
Besides that, I still didn’t know if I liked men or women. I’d had a rather pleasant experience with a woman before but men were always too gentle around me. On the other hand, James didn’t seem to want to handle me with kid gloves.
Great! Now I’m contemplating doing the nasty with him…
His hand brushed my back, causing me to hiss and turn on him, “Don’t touch me.”
That mustache twitched again as his eyebrows flew up. For the life of me, I couldn’t stop wondering if that thing would tickle if he kissed me. As if reading my mind, he grinned and asked, “When do I get to see this unused tunnel?”
Maybe it was my current contemplations but, for a moment, I though he meant my vagina which dropped my jaw once again. I gasped and hissed, “How’d you know? Does it show?”
“You told me about the subway…yes?”
“OH! Yes…the subway.”
With my heart slamming in my chest and my cheeks blazing once again, I looked around everywhere to keep my eyes (and mind) off his charisma, which was rocking some sex appeal at the moment. If truth be told, I was so distracted that the lack of police cruisers didn’t register at first.
Bending at the waist to look around the corner of a building, I felt the weight of his gaze on my ass. Peeling my tongue off the roof of my mouth, I practically purred, “Let’s do this.”
“By all means.”
His husky growl sent goose bumps over my skin, perking my nipples before zipping straight at my womanhood like an arrow. Gulping air now, I focused on finding a confident air which I’d lost somewhere around Sixth Street. Spotting the manhole cover, I motioned for him to help.
We wrested it off as I groaned out, “It’s down here.”
“You’re going down too…yes?”
“You’re going down too…yes?”
Biting back my juvenile giggle as well as my lip, I pulled my mind out of the gutter and felt my head nod so I mentally slapped myself. Since we had to hurry, I couldn’t back out now. He went first before drawing a hiss from me when his hands roamed over my ass while helping me down. Slapping at his arm, I said, “Knock it off.”
Looking around us, he pulled his camera out and focused on various images of graffiti. I roamed around a bit, noticing a few new art works since I’d last visited. When I turned back, he had his camera pointed at me. I spun around and shook my head, “Don’t you dare.”
I have no idea if he took the picture but when I turned back, he was closer than ever before. Surrounded in his maleness, he rocked an aroma that sent my senses into overdrive. I almost slid down him when he pulled me to him. I’d heard about this response to men but it had never happened to me before.
I quickly discovered that his mustache indeed tickled but it was a pleasant sensation. Visions of that tickle roaming to other places flooded my mind. He caught my whimper in his mouth as he dragged my legs around his waist. I couldn’t believe I was about to lose my virginity in the barren tunnels under Cincinnati but vaguely realized that it was quite fitting.
Shoving my mother’s sex is a sin outside of marriage mentality out of my mind, I felt a concrete pillar at my back. I hadn’t even felt him move. He dragged his mouth off mine and growled over my neck, “Still don’t want me touching you?”
My moan echoed off and reverberated back to us, “Don’t you dare stop!”
Pinned between him and the concrete pillar, I pushed at my jeans which he’d managed to unbutton. We somehow managed to get them off one leg before he ripped my panties off. That rough action sent me into a begging frenzy. He released his cock, sliding it over my clit and firing the first orgasm I’d ever had with a man.
My female instincts kicked in, drenching my system with a desperate need to be filled. When he lined his cock up, I speared myself on him and screamed at the brief pain. Every muscle in his body tensed as he cursed and fisted his hand in my hair, “You’re a fucking virgin!?!”
With my hands fisted in his shirt, I gasped out, “Not any longer.”
Feeling every flex and bump from his cock, I gasped when he slowly pushed further inside and moaned, “Oh my God…what the…?”
It was then that I discovered men actually decorated their cocks. Whatever adorned his, I didn’t think I’d ever find another to top it. With every clench of my slick folds, I discovered a new sweet spot and he apparently recorded them through my whimpers and moans. Repeatedly finding them, he curled his hips and ravaged my neck between his harsh grunts.
His mustache explored every sensual spot on my neck while his hands tweaked my nipples. With my fingers thrust into his hair and my legs wrapped around his hips, I was surrounded by his raw male scent which amplified my arousal. It was then that I knew I wasn’t a lesbian and would never be one.
He suddenly leaned back and growled, “Face the pillar.”
I unhooked my legs and gasped as he pulled out. Turning around to face it, I shrieked when he slapped my ass before cursing when he rubbed his slickened cock against the cleft of my cheeks. Hiking my ass against him, I dragged in air until my legs burned when he nudged my asshole before sinking his cock back inside me.
“Damn, El, you’re pussy’s tight and so fucking wet.”
His sharp pumps made my knees buckle but he held me up until he swiftly pulled out. The sensation of emptiness made me cry out while his harsh string of curses split the air. Warmth across my ass made me frown and look behind me.
“You’re not on birth control if you’re a virgin…yes?”
I nodded before he said, “That’s what I thought.”
He grabbed my panties off the floor and cleaned my ass off before hastily wiping himself. After pulling my jeans back up, I turned to inspect his bedecked cock. I’d seen guys before so I know what a cock looked like but had never heard of anyone decorating one.
“Why’d you do that?”
“It’s more pleasant for both parties.”
“Oh.”
“Please tell me you are over eighteen and why you remained a virgin before me?”
“I’m twenty-four.” With a shrug, I said, “My mother preached sin, sin, sin, and damnation so…” When he nodded, I told him, “Besides, why be normal?”
“Let’s go explore this tunnel since yours has been….conquered”
Laughing, I led the way. He snapped several more shots and even recognized some of the artwork. As the light waned, we hurried back to the manhole but heard voices so I pulled him back and whispered, “Come on. I know another way.”
Since we didn’t have light, we rushed through the empty subway until I spotted the right markings. We pushed back the wiring that I’d previously cut, and emerged from shrubbery someone had planted years ago to conceal the opening. When we were far enough away so that nobody would suspect us, he pulled me to him, “Stay with me tonight. You need a more memorable time than some quick tryst on a concrete slab for your first romp.”
In my thinking, that had been the perfect place but I agreed since I wanted to feel that mustache tickle every inch of my skin. He led me to the Hilton Hotel. Once we’d entered his room, he jerked his head toward the bathroom, “Shower with me.”
“That and my overnight stay will be firsts too.”
Cocking an eyebrow, he said, “Let me know if you have any other firsts that need taken care of.”
I couldn’t think of any until he found one in the shower. I flat refused, telling him I wouldn’t go there. He muttered something about one-stop shopping but shredded my mind when his mustache raked my clit. Afterward I giggled all the way to his bed as he tried to snap my ass with a towel, claiming he’d pop it one way or another.
He ordered room service before we lounged on the bed, watched TV, and playfully argued over a variety of things. When he started laughing, I realized he was doing it just to get me riled. Shrugging, he said, “Those silver eyes get a sexier snap when you get all hot and bothered.”
I didn’t think I’d be able to fall asleep but dozed off rather quickly. I awoke when something warm slapped my stomach. Peering down my torso, I found him pushing a warm cherry down my stomach to my clit. Grinning, I asked, “Are you trying to replace…?”
Gasping, I twisted when he raked his stubbled chin over my clit while sucking the cherry into his mouth. At the same time, his thumb sank into my ass as he growled around the cherry, “That counts.”
After he’d thoroughly rocked my world once again, I snuggled into him and spotted his bags packed. With a sad moan, I said, “You can’t leave yet. You haven’t met my mother.”
“Uh…no thanks!”
I roared laughter at the look of horror on his face and smacked his arm, “She’s not that bad!”
A peculiar look flew over his face as he pulled me to him, “I don’t do so well with mothers, especially those with whom I’ve deflowered their daughters.”
“How many daughters have you deflowered.”
Shrugging, he said, “You’re my first…this year.”
He handed me a card and asked if I had internet access. When I nodded, he told me to send him an e-mail and he’d send me some of the photos he took. Knowing I’d never forget him, I dressed and followed him to his car but told him I didn’t live that far away.
If he’d have dropped me off, my mother would have pitched a royal fit because she lived next door. When I returned home, I sent a message right away before cleaning the house while trying to get him off my mind. They’d always said the first was memorable but I’d had no clue that I would be smitten.
When I checked it for the hundredth time a few hours later, he’d finally responded. I didn’t realize he’d captured one of me with a finger to my chin, contemplating a particular artwork in the subway. Another he sent was of me sleeping peacefully with carefully placed cherries on my stomach. He’d labeled it Silver dish with cherries.
~~ The End ~~
