I imagine her, freshly showered and made up, carefully searching through her lingerie, her long blonde hair cascading as she stares downward into the drawer.
A small smile quirks her lips as she reaches in and confidently withdraws her selection: a black silk bra and matching crotchless panties. There is no padding in the bra, as her own voluptuous body will provide more than adequate cleavage.
She draws on the panties, then shrugs into the bra, overflowing the cups as she reaches around to fasten it.
She turns, and her blue eyes contemplate herself in the mirror and she feels a thrill of anticipation.
She turns and opens another drawer. Reaching in, she retrieves a pair of black hose. She debates a garter belt, then rejects it. The hose are designed for use without one, and for this night, that will be adequate.
She sits on the bed and rolls the stockings onto her long legs, one at a time, slowly smoothing each one against her leg as she puts it on.
Arising, she moves to her closet. Without hesitating, she selects a plain white long sleeve blouse with button front, and a black mid thigh wrap around skirt. Shrugging the blouse on, she buttons it, then steps into the skirt. Finally, she steps into a pair of backless mid-height heels.
Again, she turns to her mirror. And smiles. Perfect. Demure on the outside, hot enough to burn on the inside.
She moves from the bedroom to the living room and begins her preparations there.
She removes the movie from the slip case and inserts it in the machine, then carefully leaves the case on the coffee table, so the title can be easily seen. She imagines his reaction to the cover alone and her tongue licks her shining lips.
Now, all she must do is wait. Tonight is about sex, nothing more, nothing less. No dinner, no "date", not even a drink. Tonight, his, and now her, fantasies come true.
Her door bell rings, and she moves casually to answer. As she opens the door, I step in and quickly kiss her waiting lips.
"Hi, what's up?" I ask curiously. I have not planned to see her tonight but am quite pleased to.
"I thought you might like to see a movie with me," she answers casually and takes my hand, leading me to the living room.
"Bored, huh?" I ask as I settle onto the couch. Then my eyes widen as I spot the tape cover and pick it up.
"Where did you get THIS!?" I rasp, staring at the box with the word "CONSTRICTOR!" emblazoned on it, my eyes drawn to the photo of a young Asian woman, head thrown back, mouth open, in the coils of at least a twenty foot Reticulated Python.
She straddles across my lap, facing me, feeling the already swollen bulge through my jeans against her.She slides back and makes room for her hand, and undoes me, allowing me to spring free.
"At a little Phillipine video store I stumbled across," she says, capturing my hardness and slowly sliding her hand up and down. Her other hand begins to unbutton her blouse.
"God, that's a big snake," I groan. "Have you watched it? Is there really?..."
"Oh, yes," she whispers, "that's an actual still from the movie..."
"Oh, lord," I moan, "it looks like it's really got her!" My free hand slides up to squeeze her breast, then moves, caressing and squeezing both breasts, one at a time, enjoying the feel of the silk and the soft fullness it contains against my skin.
She debates, briefly, then releases her hand, and raises up. She slides her wetness down onto me.
"Oh, oh, yes! It's got her alright. And it keeps her!" she gasps.
She feels me tighten within her as my eyes stay glued to the picture of the woman struggling with the huge snake wrapped around her, and she thrusts herself down, taking me in, holding me.
"It crushes her!?" I husk.
She feels me swell, anticipating her response, the trigger for us both.
"It squeezes her, and squeezes her, and squeezes her and she's moaning and groaning, and it keeps squeezing and squeezing and..." she hisses through gritted teeth and feels me arch up against her. She grabs my waist and pulls herself down onto me, grinding against me as we seek to fill and be filled.
"And it keeps on squeezing, tighter and she moans and it squeezes and squeezes.....
She feels the spasms inside her as she hears my gutteral growl of release. My hand squeezes her silk clad breast while my eyes fixate on the image of the woman being crushed by a giant python. Like a flower opening, her own orgasm spreads upward.
"Oh, god, it crushes her!" she wails as our common orgasm slams into us.
She relaxes on me as our breathing slows. She is gratified to see I still stare at the tape cover.
I look up at her lovingly.
"I can't believe you found a scene like that! I've looked for years....
"I didn't," she says, and my countenance falls in disappointment.
She slides off of me and moves toward the television, drawing it out.
"I found four of them!" she grins, and turns on the tape, looking forward to the night, as do I.
By Coils