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 Cloves 2 (Original ReSolvent mix) By Ryan Sylander
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   *Readers: This story follows from Cloves 1.  Read that one first if
you've not.  Check
   out the other version, too...
   ----
   Kelly was already late, and her outfit was giving her trouble.  It was
ladies' night out, since Johnson was away for a week on business.  She
looked in the full length mirror, smoothing the green dress down over her
bare legs.  The hem kept rolling up, the result of the garment having
fallen to the ground and getting wrinkled.  She loved the way the dress
hugged her sleek figure, but the hem was just not cooperating.  She
considered a moment, turning to and fro in front of the mirror, and then
decided it wouldn't do.  She peeled the dress off as she went towards the
closet.  The next choice was a blue skirt and black knit top.  As she
pulled out the top, her eyes fell on a black dress.
   She hadn't worn it in years.  Not since...not since Johnson had taken
her to Paris for their fifth anniversary.  Almost ten years ago.  And yet,
somehow the dress had made its way to the front of the clothes rack.  She
pulled it out and held it up to her.  Why not, she thought.
   Kelly unclasped her bra and tossed it over the chair.  She slipped the
dress over her head, wiggling her hips as she pulled the fabric down over
her body.  The thin straps fell into place and she straightened out the
dress so it felt right.  It was shorter than she remembered.  She turned in
front of the mirror, slightly frightened by the amount of leg she was
showing.  And the cleavage was...
   She was about to pull the dress off when the phone rang.  She looked at
the clock, and cursed.  She had to go, or the girls would be pissed.  She
checked herself in the mirror once more.  You look great, she thought to
herself, it's just a night out with the girls anyway.
   She ignored the phone and went downstairs to the living room.  Her purse
and keys were still on the couch, so she snagged them on the run, dimmed
the light, and went out to her red Miata.  She phoned Mary as she drove and
told her that she would just meet them at the club.
   The place was crowded when she got there.  She made her way towards the
bar.  Mary and Drisa were already there and had secured a high, round
table. As she hopped up on the stool, Kelly was again aware of the length
of her skirt as it rode up her thigh.  She tugged down on it, as best she
could.
   The three women went through a few drinks as they talked of work and
men. Mary was one of Kelly's best friends, but Drisa was new to the
company, and Kelly didn't know her very well.  She was petite, firm, and
had beautiful blue-violet eyes.
   Men made approaches to the table, and a few times Mary got up to dance
with them.  Drisa declined all advances.  She was seeing someone new for
the last few weeks, and it was going well, she explained.  She was meeting
him in a few hours for a late night tryst, she confided, eyes flashing.
   Kelly didn't want to strand her new friend, so she fended off the men
too.  She didn't mind Mary leaving them; it offered her a chance to get to
know Drisa better while Mary got felt up on the dance floor.
   Kelly only noticed him after she had had many drinks.  Drisa had gone to
the bathroom.  He was lounging in a leather easy chair, watching her.  He
drank crystal clear liquid from a glass, never taking his eyes off of her.
He had a predatory look, and Kelly felt like she was sitting naked in front
of him.
   He was dressed strange, for such a club; Kelly wondered how he had even
been let in.  A white work t-shirt, black jeans and boots encased his taut
body.  There was an odd confidence about him that made him seem even more
out of place.  Unlike most of the guys in the room, who were mostly
pretending to be someone they were not, this man knew exactly who he was.
And Kelly could tell that he knew it.
   She found that she could not stop glancing at the man.  She was drawn
into his piercing gaze.  As soon as she wrenched her eyes away towards the
dance floor, she felt them inexorably wander back to his eyes.
   Suddenly he stood, dismissed his glass to the bar, and then walked
towards Kelly.  She steeled herself for the coming pickup line, but he just
walked by.  Kelly turned and watched the back of his shaved head, in shock.
She suddenly noticed three tattooed snake heads peeking up over the neck of
his t-shirt.  She felt a twitch between her legs.  She had a thing for
tattoos.  She turned back to the table, and saw Drisa out on the dance
floor, making her way towards Mary.
   Impulsively, Kelly hopped off of the bar stool, took a last glance at
her friends, and made her way towards the exit.  As she got out of the
crowd of people, she looked around.  She saw him straightaway, making his
way through the lot down the rows of cars.  She followed him, vaguely
defending her choice by the fact that her car was in the same direction.
   She slowed in fear when she noticed that he walked right up to the
passenger side of her Miata.  But he opened the door to the white van
parked beside it.  He climbed in and closed the door behind him.
   Kelly stopped in the middle of the asphalt, heart pounding.  What was
she doing?  Here she was, a married woman, following some stranger.  She
had never, ever done anything like this before.  And yet, she felt an
excitement she had not felt in a long time.  Maybe since the last time she
had worn this dress.
   Things with Johnson were not like they used to be.  Work kept him away
lately for weeks at a time.  They had grown so complacent, she realized. 
She hardly enjoyed sex with her husband anymore.  The few times a month (or
less) they even did it, it seemed like a chore.  The romance and excitement
of the first five years of their marriage had dissolved into routine and
aloofness over the last decade.  Decade!  Had they been growing apart that
long?  Had she wasted that much of her life in a stale relationship?  She
only stayed for the money, she knew.
   A horn broke her out of her thoughts, as a car pulled up behind her. 
She looked at the van, and saw the man looking out of the window at her. 
She quickly jumped aside, hoping that the headlights from the car behind
her weren't shining through her dress.
   She walked towards her car, not looking at the man.  She could feel his
gaze on her.  As she approached, he opened his door and stepped out.  Kelly
stopped by the back corner of her car.  The man walked around the end of
her car and stood in front of her.  His presence was overwhelming.  The man
oozed power and confidence from his core.  She backed away, but only
slightly.
   He gazed at her for a long time.  Kelly just looked back into his eyes,
helpless.  Finally she shook out of her trance and opened the door to her
car.  The man watched her as she folded her legs into the driver's seat and
shut the door.
   Her chest heaved and adrenaline seared through her veins as she fired
the ignition.  The man got in his van and started it up.  Kelly backed out,
wondering vaguely if she was capable of driving.  As she drove down the
lot, a pair of blue headlights followed her.
   Her heart pounded as she watched the van follow her, turn for turn
through the night lit streets.  What had she done?  Who was this man?  With
a tattoo, no less.  She realized a hand had dropped to her lap.  Her skirt
was barely covering any of her legs.  She reached down and touched her
panties, shocked to find them moist.  She pulled her hand away, frightened
of what the situation had turned into.  She was losing control of herself.
   Blue headlights filled her rear view mirror the whole way home.  As she
pulled into her driveway, she had convinced herself to tell the man that he
had to go away.  She dialed 9-1-1 on her cell phone, and had a finger on
the green send button as she got out of her car.  The man had parked on the
street out front.  She looked around at the neighbors' houses, but
everything was dark.
   The man walked up the long stretch of lawn.  He was just finishing a
phone call of his own.  He pocketed the phone and strode up to Kelly, a
bottle of whiskey in one hand.  Again he locked her eyes with his gaze. 
Kelly wavered, pressing her thumb against the phone button.
   She vaguely heard her phone clatter on the asphalt as the man kissed her
heatedly.  She returned the kiss for a moment, and then broke it off,
nervously looking around at the neighbors' again.  She gathered up her
phone, noticing it had shut off in the drop, and went towards the front
door.  She knew that he was following.
   She went in and put her purse in the closet.  She heard the door close
behind her.  She stood facing the closet, feeling like she was about to
explode.  A hand on her shoulder lowered one strap down from her shoulder.
Then the other went.  Strong hands caressed and massaged her upper back. 
Waves of pleasure arced through her upper body as he worked on her.  His
touch was electric, piercing her with a desire she didn't remember she had.
   His mouth was on her neck, leaving a trail of warm kisses.  Then it was
on her back, as his hands snaked around her front and clasped her breasts
through the thin fabric of the black dress.  She backed into him as he
pulled on her, feeling his hard body meet against her soft curves.
   He bent her forward a little, pushing his pelvis firmly against her
bottom.  His hands ran up her bare legs, caressing her smooth thighs and
running over her waist and tummy.  Her body was ecstatic, and her skin
trembled in bliss.
   His hands suddenly retreated.  His presence was lost, and she stood
still in the closet opening, trembling slightly.  Had he left?  Was it
over?
   Kelly turned, and saw him sitting on the back of the couch.  She had the
distinct impression that it was her move.  She watched his expressionless
face.  She knew he could read her, and she knew that he could tell what her
decision was.  She walked over to him slowly.  She bent down and pulled her
heel straps off, and set her shoes down by his feet.  Then she stood up and
slowly pulled her dress off over her head.  He did nothing as her breasts
bounced free in front of him.
   She stood before him, naked save for her black thong.  She wanted him to
touch her body again, but he just looked at her.  Her eyes pleaded with
his, but they showed no pity.  She reached down and undid the man's belt
and zipper.  He still made no move.  Desperation was setting in.  She
started worrying that he was changing his mind about the encounter.
   "Please..." she gasped.
   He suddenly pulled her to him, kissing her deeply, infusing her with
passion.  She tugged at his shirt as they moved towards the stairs.  She
noticed her shoes scatter against the couch as she stumbled on them.  As
she peeled off his shirt, she threw it aside and pulled away from his mouth
to kneel in front of him.  She worked his jeans and boxers down around his
waist, and his large penis sprang out in front of her.  She looked at it, a
foreign sexual hunger consuming her.  The man stepped out of his boots and
pants, fully nude.
   Kelly couldn't remember the last time she had pleased Johnson with her
mouth.  She had never liked giving oral sex very much, but she felt drawn
to please this man.  She licked the round head tentatively as she gripped
the steel-hard shaft with her hand.  His cock pulsed like an idling engine.
She slowly took some of his length in, gently working her tongue around the
head.  The man caressed her hair with a hand, as she moved her head up down
around his penis.
   She looked up at the man.  His gaze made her subconsciously reach
between her legs and rub herself.  She thought about Johnson.  A loveless
life.  Why couldn't she be passionate with him like she felt right now?  It
didn't matter.  After tonight, she would tell the man to go away and never
come back.  But tonight, she wanted to feel the thrill again.
   The man pulled her up, and thrust his tongue into her mouth.  He pushed
the thong down around her legs.  She stepped out of it, flicking it aside,
where it landed on top of his boxers.
   Kelly walked up the stairs, and down the hallway.  She heard the man
creaking the floorboards behind her as he followed.  She opened the door,
and entered her bedroom.  As the man followed her in, she started to close
the door out of habit.  The man stopped it halfway, and pulled her to the
bed.  She only vaguely wondered why he wanted the door open.  But why did
she want it shut?  Nothing made sense this evening.  She had abandoned all
reason and had let a stranger take control of her passion.
   She laid down on the bed, in a moment he was on top of her.  Kelly
closed her eyes, body on fire, and released herself to what was sure to be
a long night.
   ----
   Kelly froze when she smelled it.  It was unmistakable, the aroma of
burning cloves.  She only knew one person who smoked them.
   The man sensed her tension, and raised his head out of her neck where he
had been kissing her.  He never stopped thrusting into her as the clove
fragrance entered his lungs.
   Kelly pushed on the man, and he wordlessly rolled off of her.  She
quickly got up, but found she was too weak-kneed to walk.  She made her way
to the bedroom door, leaning on the furniture.  Fear took over her senses
as she inhaled the thick air.  She vaguely felt the rivulets of pearly cum
meandering down her thighs.
   She looked out into the dark hallway, but saw nothing except the dim
light of the living room at the end.  She carefully walked down the hall,
adrenaline giving her legs strength again.  When she got to the top of the
stairs, she looked down into the living room.
   There was no one there.  Perhaps she had imagined the smoke.  She
couldn't tell now if it was real, through the haze of alcohol in her head
and the smell of whiskey on her body where the man had poured it on and in
her earlier.
   Then she saw it, a light-colored rectangle sitting on the darkness of
her short black dress.  She stumbled down the stairs and grabbed the card
with shaking hands, tearing the envelope open.  As she read the card, she
collapsed to the ground, scattering her heels across the hardwood floor.
   `Kelly,
   What a surprise.  Here I am, coming home early from my trip to surprise
you, and you are in my bed, working hard yourself.  I can't believe it. 
I'm out breaking my back trying to get new clients, trying to please them,
and here you are doing the same.  How long?  After all we've been through.
Thank you for cheating on me.  Thank you for being such a bitch.
   Johnson'
   Kelly's tears watered the lavender flowers growing on the front of the
card.
   ----
   Johnson threw his head back in agony, exhaling the smoke from the kretek
towards the ceiling.  The woman was working magic on his cock with her
mouth.  If only Kelly... But he had just seen her in the throes of passion
not an hour ago; she still had it inside her.  Johnson felt some sadness at
how their marriage had gone from exciting to dead over the course of ten
years.  But now it was going to be over.  He didn't feel too badly though;
he had kept himself entertained during his `business trips' quite well. 
His newest find was a keeper.  Oh yes she was, he affirmed with a groan, as
he felt his entire length engulfed in her throat.
   He knew he wasn't going to last long with this quality of service. 
Seeing the hired gun work his wife into a frothy frenzy had gotten him
overly excited, and now he was being treated to one of the most exquisite
blowjobs he had ever felt.
   It was time.  He looked down into the blue-violet eyes of the petite
woman whose throat was milking his cock, and unloaded his cum into her. 
His last thought as he took another drag of his kretek was that he wasn't
going to miss Kelly much at all.
   
  
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